This year we have a new first grade teacher on staff, Miss Kathy. After retiring from principal at a mission Zuni school last year at the age of 70, Kathy decided she wasn’t quite ready to be done teaching yet. She grew up as a missionary kid on the Navajo Rez and has been doing education and mission work since. Needless to say, she is an incredible teacher and I’ve already gleaned so much wisdom from watching her with the kids. This week she wrote a story for Zuni school about a child at our school and in her class, Emmanuel. Emmanuel is one of those children that make you want to bang your head off of a wall. (Teachers know exactly what I’m talking about) He refuses to obey, constantly in motion, and fulfilled by being the center of attention… Her story about Emmanuel and a child named Binx is quite touching. I thought I’d share 🙂
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A Faith Story: Emmanuel and Binx
Last year in Zuni, I had a feisty endearing naughty little first grader in my class. “Call him Binx,” his mother told us. And so we did.
In November, Binx’s mother was tragically killed. When I learned of her death, I felt the yawning distance between me and the children that I wanted so desperately to comfort and embrace. The truth is that I needed comfort too. So as we left school that day, I told the three first graders that I teach this year at Immanuel Mission about the little boy in Zuni whose mom had died. Not wanting to frighten the children, I told them that Binx’s grandma would take of him but that he would miss his mom very much. So we prayed for Binx, his brother, his sisters and his grandma. I was comforted. And that was that.
Until a couple weeks later. At prayer time one afternoon, we were talking about two of the children’s sick grandpas. After we talked, I said, “Let’s pray for your grandpas.” Emmanuel quickly added, “And Binx.”
In the days that followed as we sat in our circle for closing prayer, Emmanuel often reminded us, “Don’t forget Binx.” This little boy—so hard on himself—so generous towards others. This little boy—so stubborn and challenging—so close to Jesus.
One afternoon as we were ready to pray, Emmanuel offered his usual reminder, “And Binx.” But this time, after a thoughtful pause, he asked, “Does Binx have a dad?” I answered, “Yes, he has a dad, but he doesn’t live with Binx. He’s just like you. You have a dad, but he doesn’t live with you.” Up to then, any casual reference to ‘dad’ elicited Emmanuel’s quick emphatic response: “I don’t have a dad! I have a Pawpaw [grandpa]!” But this time, he gave my answer his solemn consideration. After a bit he said quietly, “He’s like me. I have a dad but he doesn’t live with me.”
Recently, at the end of the day, I asked Emmanuel to pray. He stated his thanks. He prayed for his Pawpaw: “Let him be strong. Let him have breath. Don’t let him die.” And, of course, he prayed for Binx: “I hope Binx is O.K. with his grandma. I hope he listens to his grandma.”
I love this little boy, Emmanuel. I love that little boy, Binx. And surely, I give thanks to God for settling my heart at Immanuel Mission School through the prayers of a generous-hearted little Navajo boy for a grieving little boy in Zuni.