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Curiosity, imagination and articulation in Reading readiness 10 July 2008

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Why is it easier for some children to learn to read and harder for others? Explain your answer in the light of the concepts in Module 1 AND your own personal experience as a reader and/or reading teacher.

If, by Jennings, reading begins in the womb when the body first senses and “interprets” its universe, then the children who were allowed or encouraged to “explore” their universe learns more easily than those who had not this happy experience.  Encouragement from a child’s parents or elders plays a vital role in the ability to read. Let me explain…

Encouraging discovery

Just as oral language is culled from the articulation of one’s experiences, then children whose experiences had been enriched by those around them are better able to translate non-verbal reading (such as body language, interpretation of events, and the like) into a facility for reading the printed word.  How does this happen?  By encouraging curiosity.

Curiosity stems from wondering why and how this or that thing is.  A parent who encourages a child to ask questions, encourages discovery of the universe beyond his front door.  Answering questions also lead to even further inquiries and discoveries, which in turn whets the child’s appetite for more.  A print-ready environment, at this juncture, is of great help to encouraging this search for discovery.

Although the parents or the elders who are proximate to the child during this stage is the major source for answers, this does not preclude the child from independently searching for answers to his/her questions.  A child exposed to the printed word – whether in newspapers, magazines, or books – will eventually learn that these strange markings on paper do indeed “carry” the knowledge that he needs to satisfy his curiosity.  Such an inquisitive mind will eventually want to discover how to interpret these strange markings, thus s/he is at this point reading-ready and teaching reading will not be as difficult as pulling teeth.

Encouraging imagination

However, in my experience, being reading-ready does not easily translate to a happy reader.  In order to sustain a child’s interest for reading, encouragement in the form of stories is necessary.  Just as adults are bored with highly technical stuff, so is a child bored when s/he cannot make a story out of the words s/he reads.  Stories appeal to the imaginative part of the child and if he constantly hears them, then he will choose to read writings that have these in its pages.

Stories and curiosity reinforce each other, and thus both contribute much to reading readiness.  The “what happens next” factor is the bait that entices the child towards venturing further into the reading experience.

I was quite fortunate that my mother was a teacher and my grandfather loved comic books hence, there was an abundance of reading materials at our home.  My mother tells me that my grandfather, who had looked after me since birth, had taken up the habit of telling me stories at bedtime.  So even as a baby, oblivious to this nightly ritual, I have been exposed to stories.  These stories usually focused on his war time exploits (he was a guerilla on the Death March), but there were also legends and myths and fairy tales liberally thrown into his repertoire.  When I was older, at two years, he would read from children’s books, his fingers pointing out the words to me as he read them.  My mother said my eyes would stick to his gliding fingers like glue, following each utterance.  She said she wasn’t surprised that at three, I could already recognize words and sometimes read these out loud.  (She said I particularly loved reading the Dick and Jane series.)  By the time I was four, I was already reading the Language Arts textbooks of my Mom who taught third grade in a local public school.

As a kid, I remembered settling in my favorite corner and losing myself in the worlds that I found in these books.  One unbreakable rule at home was that if a child was reading a book, s/he was not to be disturbed for chores.  Again, reading was encouraged and I found reading opened to me a whole universe of knowing and being.

Encouraging articulation

I believe that not only the stories or the encouragement that factor greatly in a child’s facility with regards to learning how to read.  More than these, it is a whole household of elders who have the time and patience to tell stories, answer a child’s persistent queries, and allow a child to explore and discover, and articulate these discoveries and experiences that contribute much to learning how to read.

As a child, I was not discouraged too much from talking.  I was quite talkative, usually telling stories I read and experiences I’ve had to all and sundry.  I also asked a lot of questions, and I had endless follow on questions that daunted most of my caregivers (yayas).  My grandfather didn’t censor the thoughts I spoke out loud.  In short, I was able to articulate what I saw, felt and experienced.

Today as when I was a kid, as I read, I can almost predict the direction of the author or the conclusion of what I’m reading.  I can “read” what I read.  This has helped me much in understanding the intricacies of the world around me as well as in proactive thinking.  I believe that children who had been encourage to articulate are themselves comprehending readers, able to quickly understand the texts they read.

Contrast

Compared to my experience with learning and loving reading, my siblings weren’t as fortunate.  My younger brother was raised by my grandmother – who loved to travel, and our youngest sister was raised by my parents – who were busy with their careers.  Although they do not abhor reading, neither do they choose to read.  They like reading short pieces – like magazine or newspaper articles – but not novels or other books.  And they’re more ready to accept explanations given them, not willing to ask further questions or search for other sources if they are not satisfied with the answers they have.  More telling, they learned to read while they were already in school (unlike me who read early).

Our experience, of course, may not be the norm.  However, I believe that A LOT of encouragement is necessary so children may have an easier time picking up the facility of reading.  I believe that the children who have a hard time learning how to read had a lack of encouragement from their parents or primary caregivers, in terms of sharing experiences, stories and articulation.  There has also been a lack of access to materials that would have made self-discovery quicker; for example, books and other printed matter.  Reading – which is the interpretation and management of the signs of things around us – has not been thus encouraged, hence the difficulty in learning the skill.

Paper submitted in my very brief stint with EDR 201 (Psychology of Reading), a course in the Professional Teacher Certification of the UP Open University.

 

Touching Base with Jesus 10 July 2008

Filed under: Devotionals — iamlizza @ 6:47 am

A woman suffering hemorrhages for twelve years came up behind him and touched the tassel of his cloak. – Mt 9:20

Imagine Jesus on His way to the Jewish official’s house, accompanied by His Jewish disciples.  Jesus Himself was a Jew.  Then imagine a Jewish woman, quite apart from the crowd, hurrying after Jesus’ group.  I’m pretty sure that she ran after them in fits and bursts.  She’d stop now and then, as if hesitating then she would run even faster again to catch up. 

You see, Jews do not take kindly to people who suffered from continues bleeding, much less a woman.  They avoid these people like lepers.  Today, they would have AIDS or TB or SARS.  These people were often shooed away, rejected and generally condemned to live outside the city gates.

Yet she braved that one touch.  She risked stoning, rejection and public humiliation.  Courageous faith.  Trust in a God that loves.  Just one touch and she found belongingness.

She was restored to the fellowship of her friends, her family and her community.  She was restored to her rightful place in Jewish society.  She was restored to full, pulsating life.

Just a brief touch on the edge of her Healer’s cloak.  Have you touched-base with Jesus today? – Lizza V.

Reflection: When God touches you, your life will never be the same ever again.

Lord I come to You, let my heart be changed, renewed…

Unedited version of the reflection for the 05 July 2004 readings (Hos 2:17-18, 21-22; Ps 145:2-9; Mt 9:18-26) of Kerygma, a widely-circulated Catholic devotional magazine.

 

 

 

Shrug at Your Own Peril 10 July 2008

Filed under: Devotionals — iamlizza @ 6:41 am

“So what I say, I say as the Father told me.” – John 12:50

At the height of the Abu Sayyaf harassments in Mindanao, we were sent to Zamboanga City on an errand. Our orders included refraining from walking around the city without security aides. My colleague and I, believing that we were too nondescript to be noticed, went ahead and explored the place on our own. And on a tricycle, to boot!

We bought flowers in front of the cathedral and window-shopped at the biggest shopping mall in the city. We also hunted for bargains at the local flea-market. Nothing untoward happened so we shrugged off our boss’s “lecture on personal security” when he found out what we did.

However, an hour after our return to the hotel, we heard several loud explosions followed by the incessant shriek of sirens. I paled and my knees turned to water when I learned that the cathedral and the shopping mall have just been bombed. Several bystanders were killed in the blast. Our refusal to heed our boss’s counsel almost cost us our lives!

I wonder if we even listen to Jesus speak to us through the Scriptures or if we look at the Bible as just a bunch of stories made up by highly imaginative men. The Word of God leads to the Tree of Life and if you don’t believe, then do so at your own peril. It may cost you your life! – Lizza V.

Reflection: The Word of God is in the Scriptures. Have you heard what He just told you?

Lord, open my ears that I might hear.

Unedited version of the reflection for the 05 May 2004 (Easter) readings (Acts 12: 24-13:5; Ps 67:2-3, 5-6, 8; Jn 12:44-50) of Kerygma, a widely-circulated Catholic devotional magazine.

 

More than Conquerors 10 July 2008

Filed under: Devotionals — iamlizza @ 6:35 am

“Which of you wishing to construct a tower does not first sit down and calculate the cost to see if there is enough for its completion?” – Luke 14:28

The moment you declared yourself a citizen of the Kingdom of God, you become a marked man.  You are classified as the Devil’s Enemy, a threat to the propagation of his own evil kingdom. 

You become the target of petty attacks, harassments, ambuscades, tyranny and famine.  Satan is like bin Laden or Abu Sabaya – a terrorist with one goal in mind: your annihilation.  And being the prince of the secular world, he has access to the weapons that will make your life tough, indeed.  And his tactics does not include a one-time, shock-and-awe attack.  Satan’s war is a protracted war, designed to wear and tear at your resolve day in and day out.

But God has given you power over the enemy (Lk 10:19), and this arsenal is able to destroy fortresses (2 Cor 10:4).  When you go out, you are shielded not only by the armor of God (Eph 6:11f) but also by the Blood of Jesus (Heb 10:19).  If the warfare becomes intense, we have all God’s angels at our service (Heb 1:14).  And if we need (Phil 4:19) or want (Ps 37:5), God has provided for us.

Living a life obedient to God’s will and design is a life fraught with tension, trials and testing.  Have you counted the cost?  Don’t forget to consider the awesome benefits as well. – Lizza V.

Reflection: The One that lives within you is greater than the Enemy that lives in the world where you temporarily are (1 Jn 4:4).

As I go out into the world today, Lord, I claim that in everything, I am more than a conqueror through Your strength which is made perfect in my weakness.

Unedited version of the reflection for the 05 September 2004 readings (Wis 9:13-18; Ps 90:3-6, 12-17; Plm 9-10, 12-17; Lk 14:25-33) of Kerygma, a widely-circulated Catholic devotional magazine.

 

Lessons on Prudence 10 July 2008

Filed under: Devotionals — iamlizza @ 6:25 am

And the master commended that dishonest steward for acting prudently. – Luke 16:8

I work in Malacañang.  Everyday, I witness how decisions are made by the most powerful men and women of the land.  These choices impact on the lives of the people in a major way, often dictating what kind of life we will have.

For the most part, I’m certain that most of our leaders have decided for the greater good.  I have seen them make their choices and I know the wisdom behind each decision.  But sometimes, I discern self interest in the choices of a very few of these bureaucrats. 

These public “servants” are a minority, yet the more they can’t get their way, the louder they become.  They cajole, they argue, they flatter and they object (noisily!).  If all else fails, they resort to mischief.

Probably, they have forgotten that they are merely stewards and ultimately accountable to the God who loaned them that privilege.  I wonder if they even realize that all these power is temporary.

Like the dishonest steward, I pray that they will discover prudence before they lose their second chance by default.  After all, if EDSA 1, 2 and 3 haven’t thought them any lessons on prudence (forethought), I’m certain God – who is the Master both of the mighty bureaucrat and the powerless citizen – will Himself find a way to balance these forces in the end. – Lizza V.

Reflection: Before you enter the next, more permanent world, you will have to give an accounting first of what you did in this world.

Lord, remind me always that I am only a pilgrim in this world.

Unedited version of the reflection for the 05 November 2004 readings (Phil 3:17-4:1; Ps 122:1-5; Lk 16:1-8 ) of Kerygma, a widely-circulated Catholic devotional magazine.

 

In the Service of the Lord 10 July 2008

Filed under: Devotionals — iamlizza @ 6:18 am

“…proclaim the word; be persistent whether it is convenient or inconvenient…” – 2 Tim 4:2a

In serving God, the objective is always to win souls for His Kingdom through the proclamation of the Word.  St. Paul understood this as becoming anybody to everybody, be it in the grand porticos of Athens or on the deadly waves of the sea.  He never wavered in his mission to spread the Gospel.

I too have been called to proclaim the Word of God.  Well, not as dramatic as speaking before coliseum crowds or preaching in far off places on missions.  My calling is as simple as writing a reflection like this one where, hopefully, God will speak to you through the squiggles on this page.

But there are times when I miss deadlines and I don’t feel like filling pages with the reflections that God has inspired.  There are times when I choose to sleep through creative bursts because my day job has drained me of the strength to put words into hard copy.

I call those times “writer’s block with consent” – I purposely forget the inspirations because I choose to do nothing.  Yet, in the middle of the night, I get up and make a beeline for the computer.  I couldn’t sleep because the Word within me refuses to be silent.

And these are the moments when I do what I’ve been sent out to do – proclaim His word, whether it was convenient or inconvenient.  However, these are rare times.  More often than not, I write. – Lizza V.

Reflection: Is there something that God wants you to do today?  Will you do it now or forever ignore your part in the service of His Kingdom? 

Lord, here I am. Use me as You please in building Your Kingdom among Your people.

Unedited version of the reflection for the 05 June 2004 readings (2 Tim 4:1-8; Ps 71:8-9, 14-17, 22; Mk 12:38-44) of Kerygma, a widely-circulated Catholic devotional magazine.

 

The Cares of This World 10 July 2008

Filed under: Devotionals — iamlizza @ 6:14 am

“Martha, Martha, you are anxious and worried about many things. There is need of only one thing.” – Luke 10:41-42a

I always know when I have allowed my problems to take priority over my relationship with God.

I wake up so late in the morning that I don’t have time to pray.  At work, I don’t come up for air until lunch.  Then I’m immediately plunged again into the afternoon grind.  There are so many deadlines to meet, at work and in my freelance projects, it’ll be 9 in the evening when I call it a day. 

Once home, I barely have time for my evening rituals.  But I don’t settle down yet.  There are still a lot of books to read and papers to write.  By the time my body is yelling exhaustion, it would’ve been past midnight and I only get to say a quick “Amen!” before sleep claims my rapt attention.

Sometimes, it takes months before I realize I don’t have a prayer time anymore.  That’s when I’m already bombarded from all sides – with financial problems, family problems, work problems and a lot of other problems that mystify and stump me.

Then I slow down, not by choice but by force of circumstance. And I remember I have to pray.  It need not be that way, but like all Christians, the enemy often sidetracks me when I let the cares of this world take away my cares for the world to come. – Lizza V.

Reflection: Are there insurmountable mountains of problems facing you today?  Turn from them and to God and you’ll see, they’re just molehills in disguise.

Lord, let not my heart be proud. Don’t let me be busy with great matters, with things too sublime for me. Let my soul be still like a child on its mother’s lap. (Ps 131)

Unedited version of the reflection for the 05 October 2004 readings (Gal 1:13-24; Ps 139:1-3, 13-15; Lk 10:38-42) of Kerygma, a widely-circulated Catholic devotional magazine.

 

Ye O Little Men! 10 July 2008

Filed under: Devotionals — iamlizza @ 5:35 am

“You are thinking not as God does, but as human beings do.” – Matthew 16: 23b

I once attended a political officer’s training course conducted by one of the major political parties in the Philippines.  The presentations dealt mainly with society’s ills, who caused them and what needs to be done to give Juan dela Cruz or Ali Abubakar a better life.

We examined the nature of man.  We studied the different social classes in the Philippines.  We agreed that, indeed, politics has to be changed to solve the economic crisis in the country.  And so on and so forth…

Still, I couldn’t help thinking that, if both Christians and Muslims were just true to the faith they professed, then there wouldn’t be a ruling class or a marginalized sector.  If we just gave the person next to us a little bit of consideration and a lot more of understanding, there wouldn’t be a lingering war in Mindanao; there will be lesser hungry and homeless people on the streets.

Yet we glory in our being human and we use our corporeal frailties as excuse for wanton disregard of other people’s needs.  Putting their needs first before our wants is something for the saints and angels in heaven, not for us.

If we persist this way, then I will not be surprised if we plunge ourselves into another Dark Age.  For after all, what better life will we have if we continue to live as base creatures, disregarding the design He has meant for us – human beings  made in His image and likeness? – Lizza V.

Reflection: I am a human being capable of both good and bad.  When I choose to be morally responsible, I am realizing the personhood God has designed for me.  Am I truly a person?

O Lord of Creation, You made me in Your image and likeness. Help me to recognize myself in the person next to me.

Unedited version of the reflection for the 05 August 2004 readings (Jer 31:31-34; Ps 51:12-19; Mt 16:13-23) of Kerygma, a widely-criculated Catholic devotional magazine.

 

Speaking Louder 10 July 2008

Filed under: Creative sparks — iamlizza @ 4:22 am

Claire tried not to fidget in her seat.  She gave her skirt a surreptitious check.  Good.  The hem wasn’t riding up to mid-thighs; her skirts were cursed to do so every time.

She tried to tamp down the unfortunate blush that was crawling its way from somewhere around her thumping heart up her throat.  One quick, covert glance at the silent, unmoving figure before her and the itching in her throat increased.

One. Two.  Three.  No unusual shortness or overtly rapid inhale or exhale please.  Just nice, evenly spaced breaths.  Good.   She should be normal in a minute.

She forced her eyes to stay lowered, the temptation to look up straight to those pair of searing, searching eyes were inexorable.  But she feared he had Superman’s x-ray vision and Professor X’s mind-reading skills too, on top of everything else.

One fugitive, clearing noise escaped from her parched throat. Primly, she shifted on her seat, as quietly and as unobtrusively as possible.  With a slightly shaking hand, she smoothed down her skirt.

Her eyes caught the hands of the clock mounted about a couple of an inch above the door to the Secretary’s room.  Five minutes!  She’s been there just five minutes yet it felt like a lifetime.

Her eyes went back to the smooth, glistening marble floor, searching for imagined cracks and fissures.  They stopped short of the tips of the shiny regulation black shoes of Capt. Padua, the close-in security and aide of the Secretary and the hands-down heartthrob of the entire intelligence community. 

He was the ‘immortal beloved’ of her life, as well.

Why, oh why, won’t he stand up and go away?  Leave her in peace?  A few minutes more and she feared her little, romantic secret will be a secret no more.

She sighed.  Might as well declare her undying love for this soldier if she didn’t stop acting like a fool.

 

Capt. Padua froze at the sound of that heartfelt sigh.  Fearfully, he can almost hear the rush of minute rivulets of moisture erupt from the thousand and one pores on the surface of his skin.  His guts tightened to an unbearable bind.

The door to the Secretary’s room opened. 

Surprised by the sudden noise in the silent room, Clare looked up, inadvertently straight into Capt. Jake’s eyes.  She heard the rushing of feathers and the sweep of a hot breeze. All other sound faded.  She heard the slide of iron bars and the click of a lock.

Jake saw the flash of lightning and heard the boom of thunder.  He sat rooted to his seat, mid-breath.  His eyes widened, his nostrils flared.

He heard the turn of a key, the click of an unbolting lock and the slide of iron bars from center to side.

For the first time in this seemingly hopeless fascination, he heard someone strike a match to the flickering candle of his timorous passion.

Write a mini-story (100 to 250 words) on the prompt: “They had nothing to say to each other.”

 

 

Hiwalayan Blues Ba? 10 July 2008

Filed under: Devotionals — iamlizza @ 3:54 am

Naayon ba sa kautusan na hiwalayan ng lalaki ang kanyang asawa? – Marcos 10:2

Habang tumatanda ako, nagkakaroon ako ng takot sa pag-aasawa.  Karamihan sa mga kapitbahay at kamag-anak kong may asawa, nauuwi sa hiwalayan blues.

Gusto kong mag-asawa, pero paano ako makakasigurong hindi kami maghihiwalay? Nang magkaroon ako ng personal na relasyon sa Panginoon, lalo akong nalito.  Hindi dapat magkahiwalay ang dalawang pinag-isa ng Diyos. Marahil, ito rin ang dahilan kung bakit hindi ako madaling magtiwala sa Panginoon. Sigurista ako at gusto ko, na kapag may sinabi sa akin ang Ama, magkakaroon ako ng kasiguruhan na magaganap ito.

Hanggang natutok ang pansin ko sa larawan ng isang mag-asawa. Ipinaalala Niya na ang simbolo ng relasyon natin sa Panginoon ay yaong larawn ng isang mag-asawa: si Hesus ang nobyo at ang Simbahang Katolika ang nobya.  Tapat ang Panginoon sa Kanyang iniibig.  Siya ma’y nangako sa akin kailanma’s ‘di Niya ako malilimutan o tatalikuran.

Kasal ng pala ako sa Panginoon at katapatan ang pangako Niya sa akin. Bakit ako magdududa? anuman ang batas na itinalaga Niya, Siya ang unang magpapairal nito. – Lizza V.

Pagninilay: Handa ka na bang makipag-isang dibdib sa Panginoon ng langit at lupa? Ihanda ang iyong sarili sa tindi ng pagmamahal Niya. Grabe talaga!

Panginoon, turuan Mo akong tanggapin ang anumang nais Mo para sa kin; Buong kababaang loob na susundi ko sa abot ng aking makakaya.

Reflection written for the 25 February 2000 Catholic reading (Jms 5: 9-12; Ps 103:1-4, 8-9, 11-12; Mk 10:1-12)), published in Gabay, a daily devotional in Filipino published by the Shepherd’s Voice Publications.