Melanie scooped a double-handful of gray clay out of her trough and set it on the wheel. With a deep breath, she paused, staring at the formless lump, trying to decide what to sculpt next. A shape materialized in her mind. With gray-spattered hands, she touched either side of the hunk of clay. Then she stepped on the pedal.
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Usually, parables provide a type or representation of things as they are. But in the case of the Parable of the Backwards Lesson, I set out to illustrate the opposite of the truth.
The teacher in this parable seems naïve at best and incompetent, unfit, at worst. Does she know anything about kids or about learning? What’s she doing in the classroom?
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The Weekly Parable 