Should the Bible be in School?

A huge topic of debate running through the state of Texas right now is the inclusion of Bible stories and passages being included in the required reading curriculum in grades K-12. These would be in addition to required novel readings for secondary students, pairing them up with classic novels and other short stories, speeches, and informational texts.

On one hand, this feels like a pretty hard no. Ultimately, the separation of church and state does exist for a reason; not only that, why JUST the Bible when there are other religious texts out there?

Conversely, debaters should consider that the Bible is, at the most basic level, a book full of stories, many of which are alluded to in classic and modern novels, movies, TV shows, and music.

So what’s the right answer here?

Absolutely Not

Public schools are considered an “arm of the state” (Cornell College), and with that, are prohibited from establishing or promoting a religion. This ensures that there is no coercion towards a specific religion, and allows students from all religious and non-religious backgrounds to feel safe and welcome. Mandatory religious instruction is specifically not allowed.

By requiring Bible passages to be read in school, there has to be a specific line drawn in the sand: the reading, as well as the lessons and activities that follow, must stay secular.

As an English teacher myself, I feel I could very easily uphold this expectation in my classroom; however, it is evident that many teachers are unable to follow even the most basic rule of teaching (that is, don’t sleep with the students — yikes). Not only that, but everyday I hear of teachers sharing their political views and inappropriate personal opinions with students. What evidence do we have that all teachers can maintain this separation?

Moreover, why just the Bible? Why not the Quran? Bhagavad Gita? Tao Te Ching? If the point is to make academic, analytical or historical connections, students should be given diverse narratives to do so. Otherwise, how can one argue that the decision to use the Bible alone isn’t devotional?

There Is Academic Value, So Yes

Bouncing off the last point, it should be argued that there are a lot of allusions to Bible stories throughout classic and modern media: the fall from grace, David and Goliath, Judas, Adam and Eve, concepts like “The Chosen One” and “The Good Samaritan.” To truly understand the underlying themes of these allusions, students do need to know where they come from.

Reading these biblical stories does not have to be a religious experience. The texts can be read the same was as any other text that is read in an English class: through an analytical eye. What is the theme of the text? What was the author’s purpose for using specific language? How does the setting create a specific mood? How do the characters’ actions create a conflict and lead to a resolution?

In addition, the value of pairing these texts with other novels and short passages encourages a real synthesis of ideas, noting similar themes through different stories and writing styles.

Why can’t we do this kind of in-depth analysis using these stories? A professional English teacher will be able to do so without pushing any kind of religious narrative, and one who doesn’t should be reprimanded and/or moved to another subject (if their certification allows it). The bad choices of a few teachers should not take away from those who can maintain the separation and teach literature as what it is: literature.

In The End

It’s hard to have a real opinion these days on the political/religious spectrum. Ultimately, in my opinion, there is value in recognizing allusions to these biblical stories, and we should trust the professionalism of teachers to teach these stories with no affiliation to religion. Should they be “required” though? I don’t think so.

In the end, the real concern should be whether these required reading lists maintain a decent level of diversity (but that’s for another day).

Change

Just over a year ago, I wrote and posted a poem that greatly affected my career and relationship with my boss. At least 8 people I thought were my friends sent it to her the following morning.

Did I think that so many people would see it and send it to her? No. Did I enjoy the immediate backlash from posting it? Obviously not. I hate conflict, and boy did it create conflict. Ultimately though, do I regret posting it? Absolutely not. I find that writing is how I can be most vulnerable and how I can share my truest feeling about subjects that are affecting me.

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i’m here for you [a poem]

“i’m here for YOU” you say
in front of the crowd
of teachers who can’t see
that their future will be full
of frustration
of blame
of pointed fingers
of shame 

“i’m here for YOU” you say,
but not when students skip,
not when students fight,
not when students cuss you out because
“they cuss me out all the time”

“i’m here for YOU” you say,
but not when I wanted to die…
did you care when I thought about suicide?
or were you just checking the boxes
to say you tried

                            …in case I tried?

“i’m here for YOU” you say,
but those students who destroyed me,
i’m teaching them again?

“i’m here for YOU” you say,
but can’t have a conversation
before that decision
because “budget cuts” and “certifications”
as you remind me I can look elsewhere
like that’s what you wanted all along

“i’m here for YOU” you say,
…but not for YOU, Danielle. 

Poetry Month Day 4 [embers]

all i wanted was to show you love,
that family isn’t all about blood,
but i was just a roof over your head,
snacks, phone, Gatorade, and a huge comfy bed.

all i wanted was to keep you safe,
to fight your battles while you changed,
but with fists you fought over words that didn’t matter,
and with your own words, sliced through me like a dagger.

i gave you a chance after you told me to die
but if i’m honest, my love said goodbye,
for then began the wait for the day you’d leave.
i was naive to believe it’d be easy to grieve.

my love for you, still embers of a once-burning flame,
i think of you often and hope you’re okay,
and that you’re learning what really matters in life,
at least enough that you can finally thrive.


*Two years ago I fostered one of my students, a teen. It was one of the darkest times of my life because I would’ve moved mountains to see her thrive, but she needed more than we could give. I started this poem right after she left, and found it in a journal last week, so I decided to finish it.

Sometimes I still wonder if we even helped, or just added to the trauma she endured.

Poetry Month Day 3 [moonlight]

the true nocturnals
the night owls
do their best work in the moonlight.
sun sets on the horizon
stars scattered through the sky
and with it comes the quiet,
the peace in the silence.

always tired in the morning,
groaning while wiping the sleep from my eyes.
i despise the nine to five;
would thrive if i could work at night
but nursing and gas stations
don’t fit my aspirations.

if i could change the world,
there’d be more occupations,
more accommodations,
more considerations
for those who thrive in moonlight.

Found Words II

Tired
Be the best everyday –
mold minds and inspire,
try to light a fire
in the minds of students
lacking the desire to learn
or try.

Why?

I’ve tried it all –
it’s like trying to captain a ship
but all the crewmates panic
because there’s no cellphone service
on the ocean. I can’t do it all.
I’m tired. Slowly, we sink together.

TRIED = TIRED

March 2023,

an anagram poem inspired by anagram poetry in Long Way Down by Jason Reynolds


Sharing poems I find in old journals or my Google drive

carousel [a poem]

safe.
the one ride i know i’ll survive –
no bumps, turns, flips, drops,
no sudden stops.
one speed,
round and round
again and again
and then, the end.
get off or stay on, 
ride one more time because it’s

safe.
why take a risk,
a chance you might break
down and lose it all?
fall and fall
until there’s nowhere to go
all because you left your comfort zone.
all alone
future unknown.
you wanted an escape,
left behind what was

safe.
round and round,
again and again –
all fine until that moment when
the monotony of it all sets in.
you’ve lost your happiness from within.

Found Words I

I knew enough about hangovers to stop me from opening the second bottle. See, the days were already rough, the heat like roasting in an oven. To add one more problem would be like cutting the grass when it’s already dead. But what else would take away the pain of what I’d lost that day? My dog of six years, the ultimate snuggler, my blanket on the coldest nights, now across the rainbow bridge. What else could help me ignore the empty spot on my bed? In my heart?

8/8/2023


sharing the found words in my various journals over the years