“It is the nicest work ever assumed by men and women
to deal with youthful minds. The greatest care should be taken in the education
of youth to so vary the manner of instruction as to call forth the high and
noble powers of the mind. Parents and school-teachers are certainly
disqualified to properly educate children, if they have not first learned the
lesson of self-control, patience, forbearance, gentleness, and love. What an
important position for parents, guardians, and teachers!” Fundamentals of Education 15.1
I knew from the time we met
his parents that he was going to be trouble. They were people of class,
professionals immersed in a number of business ventures and advanced education,
and with no time for a problematic teenager. They basically begged us to let him
come. Their son was out of control, and they were out of ideas. We were their
last hope.
“It was either come here or go
to the army,” he later told me.
Usually we don’t take juniors
or seniors as new students because they have a harder time adjusting to the
program, both academically and spiritually, and often they are negative
influences on the younger students. I wasn’t sure why, but I felt we should
give him a chance, so I told his parents to bring him out for an interview and
a placement exam, and we would make a decision based on the results.
When he unfolded his lanky
six-foot frame from his parents’ pickup a few days later, my previous trepidations began to unfold as well! His application said Whaddy
Alejandro, but he made it clear that he goes by Alejandro. He was a few months
away from 18, and he carried himself as one accustomed to receiving as he wished.
His wild and penetrating dark eyes flashed self-confidence, and an overall
disdain for authority.
“He talks to us like he thinks
he’s our equal” one of the other teacher’s later remarked.
The
exam we gave him was a long one, with sections from all the major subjects. A
couple hours later he finally finished. He failed the test miserably, and I had
the excuse I needed not to accept him. But as much as I wished to avoid the
problems that I knew awaited us, I still felt strangely compelled to give him a
chance. This could be his only chance for
something different. My interview with him confirmed my impression. Though
quite abrupt in speech and manners, he seemed sincere, and expressed his
desire to change for the better. We decided to take him, but with the condition
that he would be on probation for the first three months.
Alejandro
arrived for school a day late in a pickup truck loaded with a full-sized bed
just for him and a quantity of other novelty items that the UETIRG dormitory
had never seen before. He had a quick mind and an avid appetite for books. He
could already understand and speak English moderately well, skills he picked up
at home by watching English movies and television. It quickly became apparent
that he would be a leader among the boys, and some even began to call him
“Teacher Alejandro.” The first lesson he
had to learn was respect for the authorities, and it took him a couple of weeks
to change his habit of calling his teachers by their first name only.
And
then the episodes began. First there was the copuazu fruit he stole from the
neighbor to use for one of his class assignments. Later there was the stolen
bread. That shenanigan, which he confessed was “foolish and completely
unnecessary” cost him the school hike and campout. And then I discovered he had
loaned his Philosophy homework to classmates for them to copy. Surprisingly, he
never tried to hide or lessen his guilt, but confessed freely. I wasn't quite
sure if he did so from a sense of honesty, or because he was proud of his
actions. In any case, it was nice for a change not to have to listen to the
desperate lies and excuses that most students proffer in the vain hope of
escaping their consequences.
“Well,”
I told him. “You know what the handbook says about cheating in class or helping
other students to cheat. For the first offence I will have to give you a zero
on this assignment and we will notify your parents about what happened.
Obviously this kind of behavior doesn't help your classmates learn anything,
and besides that, it is dishonest.”
“Do you really half to call my
mom? I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“I’m sure you don't, but that
is exactly what we are going to do!”
“You don’t understand. Every
time she gets a call from my school she freaks out because I either hurt myself
or hurt someone else or vandalized school property.”
“Well, I’m sorry you've
trained her to respond that way. I guess you will just have to start doing some
really good things so we can start calling your mom about something positive!”
Fortunately, Alejandro´s mom
did not faint or have a fit, and Alejandro promised there would never be a like
incident again, a promise he seems to have kept so far.
Despite
all of the headaches, gradually we began to see changes in Alejandro.
One day during free time I was working with another
student, Alejandro showed up and started working with us.
“What are you doing? Looking
for work?”
“I thought I’d give this
missionary service thing a try!” He replied. His voice was sincere enough, so I searched his face for any trace of sarcasm, but found none. Later when we began planning this year’s mission trip for
the mid-year vacation, Alejandro signed up to go.
I think it was about a month
before the mission trip when Alejandro came to my house and asked if I had any
Bibles for sale.
“You don’t have a Bible yet?”
“It’s not for me. There’s a
lady that our group visits in km 21 that wants a Bible.”
“Oh, I have a few Bibles left
that were donated for evangelism, I can give you one of those.”
“No, I want to pay for it. I want it to cost
me something. You know what I mean?”
“I can charge you, that's not a problem.” I winked.
“Yeah,” he laughed. “There's
just one catch. I don’t have money. And I don’t want to ask my parents for
money. Do you have any work I could do?”
“Oh sure, that can be
arranged!” And so Alejandro worked, and the next Sabbath presented the earned
Bible to a surprised señora!
But
we weren't the only ones to notice the changes occurring in Alejandro. At the
first parent-teacher conferences of the year, Alejandro’s grandmother was so
happy she cried. “It is so good to see him doing well!” she said. “He is so happy here! Thank you so much for what you have done for my grandson.”
“Praise
God,” I said. “It's not us that have made these changes in Alejandro. God is
the only one with the power to work these kind of miracles!”
Lately, I’ve seen Alejandro
during mealtime, or in other spare moments, studiously pouring over The Great Controversy.
“I can’t understand why they
don’t teach this stuff in other schools! It’s just straight history!” he
enthused when I asked him if he liked what he was learning.
“I’ll tell you why, it’s
because it’s history that the Enemy doesn’t want anyone to think about! So you
are enjoying the book? It is a really good read, one of my all-time favorites! ”
“I’ve been talking about it so
much that the boys in the dorm gave me the nickname ‘Whaddy Wycliffe’!”
“That’s a nickname to be proud
of!”
“I know! The sad thing is, if
I introduced myself like that to anyone in town, they would just say ‘Nice to
meet you.’ Nobody would have a clue who Wycliffe was!” he shook his head. “Yeah,
they even wrote ‘Whaddy Wycliffe’ on my plate. The good thing about that is
when someone sees the name it makes them curious and they ask and then whether
they like it or not they end up learning about Wycliffe, the morning star of
the Reformation!”
Alejandro is clearly proud of
his new nickname, as he has written it in big letters accross his three-ringed
binder that he uses for class.
When the pastor made a call
for potential baptismal candidates to come forward after the baptism we had in
the creek on May 2, Whaddy Wycliffe was the first to respond.
A week or two later while we
weeded watermelon we had another conversation.
“I’ve been thinking about
baptism. I need to have some changes in my life before I take that step
though.” He told me. “I don’t want to be like so many people who get baptized
and then just keep living the same as before!”
Whaddy Wycliffe is still quite
in the rough, but God is clearly doing beautiful things! What a privilege it is
to not only watch God transform a life but also be able to collaborate with Him
in the process! My life will never be the same for it either!
P.S. Whaddy was baptized November 21. He's the one in the white robe. :)
P.S. Whaddy was baptized November 21. He's the one in the white robe. :)
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| From left to right, back row: Jhoram, Whaddy. Front row: Claudia, Angel, Abigail, Nicole, Maria Queli |
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| Left to right: Adam and Whaddy Alejandro |
