Then Jesus said to them, "Don't you understand this parable? How then will you understand any parable?"
There are two types of people in this world: Those who"get" math and those who don't.
Count me in among the latter.
I should get a clue about my inability to grasp math concepts when I struggle to learn my multiplication tables in fourth grade. I finally master them, but not without repetitive and frustrating practice.
I manage to navigate through the wiles of math, keeping up my grades, until I hit that seemingly insurmountable brick wall.
The symbols. The formulas. Might as well be Greek to me.
No rhyme. No reason. No sense.
And, my grade is plummeting.
Not acceptable as I pride myself in achieving all "A's".
Enter my dad, saint that he is, who sits with me every night.
After a long day at work.
Tutors me. Puts up with my "I don't get it!", "Math is stupid!", "What do I need this for in life anyway?"
Patiently, so patiently, showing me the steps. One by one. Over and over. Again and again.
"Math builds on concepts," he explains. "If you don't understand the first one, you can't move on to the next. You have to practice."
"I don't want to practice!" I protest.
"Let's try this again."
And on. And on. And on . . .
Night after weary night.
And, what do you know? Slowly, but surely, the steps begin to stick. To fall into place.
To make sense.
My grade of "D" soars to a "B".
Thanks to my father who never gives up on me.
What was your hardest subject in school?
Will you pray with me?
Grant us, Father, ears to hear, eyes to see, and minds to understand Your Word. Open our hearts to love as You love. We thank You for never giving up on us. Amen.
Psalms 72 or 119:73-96
1 Corinthians 5:9-6:8