Camping on the School Lawn?

“Mr. Ojeda gave me permission to camp on the school lawn over home leave,” one of my students declared earlier today.

“Ha!” I responded. “I don’t think so.”

The sentiment behind the fib catches my breath tonight as I ride down the road, our RV trailing behind us, to enjoy a few days of camping in a warmer climate.

My student wanted to stay on campus rather than go home for four days.

I grew up with incredible privilege.

No, I didn’t grow up in a rich family, but the stark difference between my upbringing and that of my students stabs me at times. I always had a house to live in—no matter what part of the country we lived in. My family has always loved me. Without a doubt, I have always felt wanted. My parents sacrificed so that I could attend Christian schools. I grew up with the certainty that I could be whatever I wanted to be.

I Grew Up With Incredible Privilege

After college, I got married, we had two daughters, and live a comfortable life. Yes, our family has gone through some rough times. But I know without a doubt that we’re working exactly where God wants us. Some days the fierce love for my students wars with my need to take care of myself.Privilege

I need time alone with Pedro. But I also feel guilty that I can’t take all of the kids who don’t want to (or shouldn’t) go home along with us. I feel the guilt of privilege each time I hear of someone oppressed or denied because of the color of their skin, their gender, sexual preference, religion, political party, socioeconomic status, or lack of education.

My prayer? That I never forget that this ‘privilege’ really means ‘responsibility.’ God’s accounting system works like this: He gives you things—opportunities, blessings, family, love—and you give back.

You take responsibility for sharing what you’ve been given with those in need. You don’t judge, you just give.

At the same time, you learn to take care of yourself without indulging yourself. You build relationships (you DON’T swoop in with all the answers). It gets messy sometimes, this living responsibly. People break your heart, but you learn to take that broken heart to Jesus. You have that privilege. Always.

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