For the past 15 months or so, Jon's alarm went off at 4:45 am every school day. He never snoozed it. Not even once.
At 5:45 he'd head out the door. From 6-7 am he'd teach an early morning religion class to a group of nine high-schoolers. Then he'd head straight to work.
After work it was a careful juggling act between being a dad, a husband, and a seminary teacher. It was never an easy balance. And there was rarely any time just to relax. I can only remember two days in the last year when Jon took some time just to play (for himself--he took time to play with the kids because that's what a dad does).
Every evening he'd take time to prepare for the next morning. He prepped on Saturdays and Sundays. During our vacation to Arizona he prepped a lesson or two every single day that we weren't travelling.
It wasn't easy, but he never complained. I did! I often felt like my kids didn't see their dad. I worried that he was burning himself out. Every spare moment went to seminary prep. And I hated the inflexibility of the alarm clock, never leaving us time to stay up a little later in the evenings. 4:45 comes really early.
A few weeks ago at church Jon was released as a seminary teacher. Neither of us expected it: we were mentally prepared for at least one more year. I thought it would be a relief: no more 8:30 bedtimes! No more single-mothering in the evenings while he prepared lessons!
But it feels like a loss, somehow. Jon is sad. He had already started preparing for the fall. When you put so much of your soul into something, it's never easy to just let it go. But that's what you do in our church: you let it go and you move on to wherever else you are needed.
So here's to more sleep and more time to play. And here's to all those teenagers who make huge sacrifices to attend these classes for FOUR YEARS. And here's to all the seminary teachers and their families who make it work even when it seems impossible. The Lord really does provide a way.
(And yes, I found out when it was announced over the pulpit, even though he'd known for a week. It was a "surprise", apparently. All I could do was give him the stink eye from the stand where I was playing the organ).
Jon with (most of ) his seminary class.
















































