The children look at me, expectation written on their faces. They are waiting. Interest is piqued. I know it is a teachable moment.

I jump in. I make my case. I take the time to draw them into it, to create growing curiosity, to put them “there.” There are ways to and not to tell a story.

It is the art of the storyteller.

Then the magic happens. They’re with me. Not only the children but the adults are transfixed. Silence is laced with eagerness. Tell us, their faces implore.

I use the moment to ask a question, a well-intentioned question, one to make them think outside the box of normal conventions. They speak up. Their answers build one upon another.

They’re still with me.

We are at the climatic point of the lesson’s objective. Suspense and quietness fills the room. Then I tell the end of the story, and its message in-meld with its conclusion. The children eagerly respond.

I listen to their comments.

Yes, they understand the story’s point. The message applies to their lives and now they see how. It is happening once again; the magic, gift, awareness; the connecting, energy, and thrill. I am satisfied.

Such is the joy of teaching.

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Treasures of Life and Soul  4-18-2015