“Hitting the Notes”
In the spirit of vulnerability—I like to watch American
Idol. When it comes to reality shows it's the only one I
consistently follow. I'm not sure why. Sure, I enjoy music
and watching someone's dream come true. And though I
occasionally daydream about a spin-off called Unhip
Middle-aged Man—The True American Idol, I really don't
think I'm vicariously living out any unfulfilled dream.
I do enjoy studying people and that's probably how my
interest in this show is sustained. For the pop culturally
illiterate among us (aren't you blessed?) the first few
weeks of the show focus on the city-to-city search
auditioning thousands of singers to find a few who will hear
the words “Congratulations! You're going to Hollywood!” The
remainder of the show spotlights the highly talented
contestants who surface to the top. And though it's fun to
watch that final show where the next American Idol is
crowned, I must admit my fascination lies mainly in those
opening auditions where the “good, bad, and ugly” give it a
shot.
Not being privy to the producers' tricks of the trade that
attract viewers (and high ratings), I suspect along with the
rest of America, that these opening audition rounds are
loaded with ringers, impostors, publicity hounds, and
thrill-seekers. Of all the personality types that
psychologists could identify from the performers, I am
particularly intrigued by two types: the highly gifted
singer whose confidence is based on pure talent and the less
than talented singer who honestly believes he/she commands a
great voice. Some, not all, of the exceptional singers carry
a graceful humility because they know they are exceptional.
That's refreshing. On the other end of the talent spectrum,
it's painful to see a less than talented young person get
hit by the reality train when the judges pull into the
station. I sit there in front of the TV asking my wife (who
quit trying to answer rhetorical questions after the first
season) “Does he know how bad he sounds?” “She can't hit a
note, why does America know that and she doesn't?” “Who told
him he could sing?” Listening to a singer with a high level
of self-esteem and confidence bellow off-key is a bit
disconcerting to me.
Facing reality can be excruciatingly painful (I don't even
like writing about the subject) and immensely liberating
(the Truth/Jesus will set me free). Institutionally, as well
as personally, it is critical to close our eyes, listen, and
see if we are hitting the notes. At SRCS we have started a
long-term project to evaluate our curriculum with the
purpose of determining what our students are actually being
taught, not what our curriculum guide says we are teaching.
The process will be painful at times, but the faculty has
jumped on board and we are excited about the eventual
outcome.
And personally, as a husband, father, friend, educator,
etc., I wonder how I “sound” to others. For myself, and I
would think for most believers, we live in some awkward
place between Christ in you, the hope of glory, and wretched
man that I am—two non-contradicting truths that represent
God's dynamic design for the Spirit-filled life. King David
is a great study in this tension. He was in total unreality
at times regarding his propensity to moral failure, yet in
confrontation, found brokenness, repentance, and his God—Behold,
You desire truth in the inward parts, and in the hidden
parts You will make me to know wisdom.
Apostle Paul knew the tension as well. For through the
grace given to me I say to everyone among you not to think
more highly of himself than he ought to think; but to think
so as to have sound judgment, as God has allotted to each a
measure of faith. The more realistic we become about
ourselves and the world we live in—that allotted measure of
faith produces life and hope.
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