There is a lot more that goes on between the worlds of heaven and hell than we might be aware of, or want to admit to. This week I had the disturbing pleasure of coming in contact with that of the latter.
I have a student (well technically I have 23) in my class. She is 20% servant hearted, 40% attitude, with another 40% full of drama. There are days where I just don't know what to do with her, but nothing could be comparable to that of this week.
Wednesday, morning recess, I come to gather my children to go inside for their next lesson. Two of my girls come running up to me. "Ms. Jameson, Student A scratched Student C!" I checked Student C's arm. Student A hadn't scratched Student C, no...she had pinched her so hard that the other student began to bleed. I will say this flat out, Student A lies, a lot. So I had to gather my witnesses and hear the full story. I had a talking to with Student A and things were fine momentarily.
Wednesday, afternoon recess, I come to, once again, gather my students to go inside for their next lesson. Once again two girls come running up to me. "Ms. Jameson, Student A scratched Student H!" My lips pursed and I could feel the heat of frustration build inside of me. After all, we had just discussed the same situation hours prior. Student H's arm had the same mark as Student C's. I took her aside, took a deep breath and showed her the arms of the two students. "What is going on with you? Do you see this? You have physically hurt two of my students. Why would you do this?" Answer: big I-got-caught-so-I'm-going-to-look-sad eyes and a shrug.
Something was off, she had been mean before, but nothing like this. We made our way to Principal's office. I explained both situations and he rewarded her with a very suitable punishment.
Thursday, 8:00am, all of my ducklings and I travel in a line to Music. Once we stopped in front of the music room and lined-up, Student K comes running up to me with tears streaming down his face and his right wrist craddled in his left arm. "Miss Jameson!" I must admit, some of his pleas have fallen on deaf ears. Not because I don't care, but because he is an avid tattle tale. This time was different, he looked in pain and truly scared. "Miss Jameson, Student A twisted my wrist really hard!" I gave her a piercing stare, called her over and brought them into the classroom.
Me: "Why is he crying?"
Student A: *shrug* "I don't know"
Student K: "Yes you do, you twisted my arm really hard for no reason!"
Me: "Why do you keep hurting my students?"
Student A: *shrug* "I don't know"
Me: "That's not good enough, I want a reason."
Student A: *shrug*
All three of us made our way to Principal's office once again. Student K gave his side and I had him return to Music. We closed the door and the intervention began. One thing that I've come to respect Principal for is that he can be calm and stern at the same time. He talked with Student A about what she had been doing and why she had been doing it. He also asked me if there was something else she had a problem with. I told him that she had told me the day before that she was afraid of something at home. Not someone, but something. She explained that she would see curtains shake but there would be nothing behind them and her cousin would just all of the sudden start shaking for no reason. She also told us about how her cousins would tell her terrible things to scare her. As her explaination continued she cried, hard and her breaths became shorter. With each word her sobs would become more and more extreme, causing her to have to gasp for air multiple times, it was scary. I have never seen someone cry like that before and hope to never see it again.
All I could think about was Satan and his demons working in her house and her family. He's alive and will do all he can to be a terror. Principal and I said the best way to make this stop is to ask God to help her and save her. He is the great protector. We told her how much we care about her and love her and that we would be praying for her. She took a deep breath and walked out of the office. Principal and I sat for a second.
Principal: "There is a lot of that on the Island you know."
Me: "Spiritual warfare?"
Principal: "Yeah, it's real and it's everywhere."
I've asked this before, but I'll ask it again, please pray for the island and its people...it needs it so much more than you could know.
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