Tuesday, April 12, 2022

Why and How to Read Aloud to Middle-School Children

A Google search on the benefits of reading aloud to middle-school children generates dozens of articles from educators and parents. For middle-school children, reading has only recently moved from a social to an individual exercise. They may have gained much by launching into their personal literary pursuits, but consider all they have lost (and likely really miss): 

Reading aloud builds connections. There is something irreplaceable about the bond that is formed when an adult reads a story to a child. Even listening to an audiobook together doesn’t produce the same feeling of closeness and shared experience.

 

Reading aloud creates a safe space. When you are listening to a story being read, there is nothing to do but respond. No need to impress, no online image to maintain, no competition. Just enjoyment and wonder and suspense. It’s cozy and comfortable, and you can’t wait for the next time.

 

Reading aloud cultivates engagement. Watching a movie is easy. Even reading to yourself requires little focus. Being read to engages our minds in so many ways—listening, processing, imagining. There is also the opportunity to pause where you want, to ask a question or make a comment.

 

Reading aloud stimulates anticipation. “Should we stop right there?” you ask, as the protagonist hears something big moving toward them in the dark woods. “Noooo!!” is the collective response. “What happens next” becomes deliciously enticing when read aloud.

 

Reading aloud forms lasting memories. Especially for older kids who are usually expected to read for themselves, there are few opportunities to have someone read to them. Like receiving a hand-written letter in the mail, they will not forget it very soon.

 

Reading aloud generates conversation. Because it is a shared experience, a story read aloud lends itself to discussion. It raises questions, and you find out that others are asking the same thing. You talk together about how you responded and what it all means. 

 

Stories read aloud can provide all that we might hope to accomplish with a family devotional time, and can do it better. Stories were the method of choice in Jesus’ teaching, the whole point being to provoke the listeners to explore, to ask the right questions and to seek the truth.

Here are some tips on reading aloud to middle-school kids:

Choose the best place and time. I remember falling asleep while reading to our kids. There is such a thing as too comfortable and too sleepy. They will not love you for it when they miss half the story. Get them all on one couch, around a table or on a blanket on the floor.

 

Ask God to speak through the story. Whether you make prayer part of the experience or simply lift up a “Nehemiah Prayer” (Nehemiah 2:4), ask God to do what only he can do.

 

Enthusiasm is more important than skill. Do you think you’re a lousy reader? No problem, as long as you read with gusto. Laugh at your mistakes. Get excited as you read; get tense, get sad, get mad.

 

Practice makes perfect. Reading aloud is a performance. Practice ahead of time and expect to improve as you gain experience. With that in mind… 

 

Don’t ask the kids to do the reading. This can stigmatize some children and will likely take away from rather than add to the experience.

 

Vary your reading style. Respond to the story. Speed up. Slow down. Speak loudly. Speak softly. You don’t have to give the characters different voices unless you (and your kids) enjoy it.

 

Don’t be afraid to stop for discussion or to answer questions. You might even have a mid-point question in mind, like about what they think will happen next or what they would have done if they were the character.

 

Watch for and adjust to their response. Kids can look bored or restless and still be listening. Some kids will do better with something to do with their hands, like drawing what they are hearing or hugging a stuffie. Don’t read longer than they want to listen. Ask if you should stop.

 

Leave room for anticipation. If the story is exciting enough, kids will never want you to stop. And they might pester you to read more. Anticipation is gold in your pocket. Spend it wisely, and not all in one place.

 

Convinced? Not until you try it! Choose a book. Practice on your spouse. Think about how each chapter might lead to a discussion about God and his word. Make a collection of great read-aloud stories and novels. And wonder why you never did it before.

 

A Few Examples:

The Camp Liverwurst Series,  by Jim Badke

Yep, this is the commercial. Camp Liverwurst is like no place on earth. Imagine Noah as your cabin leader, Miriam and David as worship leaders and Queen Esther running the games! This middle-school novel series combines an intriguing story with rich biblical content. Included are questions and activities to prompt Bible discussions about faith in Jesus, overcoming fear and what it means to love God with all our heart.


The Chronicles of Narnia, by C.S. Lewis

Even if you find too daunting the idea of reading all seven books to your middle-school kids, some sections are pure gold and might get them reading the rest on their own. Aslan’s death and resurrection in The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe. Edmond’s transformation from a dragon to a boy again in The Voyage of the Dawn Treader. Lucy following the lion through the woods when no one else will in Prince Caspian. All are rich descriptions of God and his people.

 

Bible Stories

Straight from the Bible, these stories may be above most kids’ reading level, but reading aloud can make them accessible. Have you read recently the story of Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego (Daniel 3)? Its constant repetition is hilarious—and the lessons significant. Try out some of the accounts of Esther, Jonah, Daniel, Noah, David, Ruth in the Old Testament, and Jesus and the Apostles in the New.

 

Winnie-The-Pooh and The House at Pooh Corner, by A.A. Milne

Most kids have never heard the original stories, only the Disney aberrations. Not overtly spiritual, perhaps, but these stories are rich with relationship, problem-solving and simplicity. You just need to do the work of helping kids see God in a story where he is not mentioned (which, by the way, you would also need to do with the book of Esther).

 

Practically anything by Dick King-Smith

You know him best for the movie Babe, about the gallant pig. Other favorites include Three Terrible Trins and The Water Horse. Again, you will need to be creative in forming discussions around these, as the characters are not always (okay, are usually not) well-behaved. But they do tend to learn from their mistakes.

 

Focus on the Family Kids Novels

If you want to stick to books that are overtly Christian, Focus on the Family has dozens: Adventures in Odyssey, Last Chance Detectives and many more.

Sunday, April 25, 2021

Excerpt From: As The Eagle Walks

Here is an excerpt from my new novel, As The Eagle Walks, available now on Amazon.


“Come! Sit!” He was not the most ruffian-looking of the men in the market, but close to it. His face was half-hidden by the hood on his shirt; his jeans were filthy. The man beckoned me with one hand while pouring the wine with the other. I felt I had no choice but to join him, and his few English words made me hopeful. “Amerikanos, yes?”

   I nodded and sat down. I was not the first person to drink from the glass he offered me since it was last washed. I sipped it, hoping the alcohol had some disinfectant quality. “Do you speak English?”

   He gave a characteristic island shrug. “Some. I am Antonis. What you need?”

   I took the bag from my shoulder. “I’m Jason. I have fish to sell. Smoked.”

   He reached in the bag and sniffed the piece he found. “Is good. Where you get?” He proceeded to nibble the bit as he inspected the rest of the bag’s contents.

   “Do you know John? Lives in the south.”

   He looked up at me in surprise and laughed. Not the most pleasant laugh. I was ready to go find another buyer, but he put his hand on my arm. “John? Iohannes? Only one John here. Always only one. What you do with him?” He said something in Greek that sounded disparaging and laughed again.

   I felt offended. “I can sell my fish elsewhere...”

   Antonis pressed my arm and prevented my getting up. “No, no. I buy. No thing wrong with fish. But the man...” He made a face that I guess meant John was a crazy man.

   I pulled my arm away but hesitated, curious to know his opinion. “What do you know about John?”

   He stared into my eyes like I was some idiot child. “He—John—he are... palavos. He mad! Devil!” He looked suspiciously at the bag of fish. “Maybe I no buy.” He looked a bit afraid for a moment and laughed again. “You maybe steal this, no?”

   “No! Nothing like that. John gave me the fish to sell.” I stood up to go.

   Antonis stood and glared at me. I felt threatened and sat down again, and his face relaxed. “Give you ten for fish, yes?”

   I said nothing. The ferry passage alone was nine euros. John must have expected me to receive much more for the fish if I was to buy clothing and medicine for Manos. “Not enough. I need to buy medicine.”

   He didn’t understand me, and it took some exaggerated charades to make my meaning clear. “Drugs?” he guessed finally. “For you?”

   “For Manos.”

   Antonis’ face darkened. “Manos. Friend to John. I hate.” I couldn’t imagine how someone could hate someone as harmless as Manos, and asked why. “He send me to jail, long time. Bad place, that.” He spat in the dirt by my feet. I felt the spray.

   “Manos was a policeman?”

   “No, not police man. Dikastes.” He took a hammer from a box behind him and banged it hard on the table, making both me and our glasses jump. I took from his pantomime that Manos had been a judge and had sentenced this man to jail.

   I stood up again to leave. “I am sorry. I will go now.”

   He waved an angry hand of dismissal. When I turned, he called in a voice husky with emotion, “You watch out, man! John no good. Manos no better—he worship him, I think! Both... crazy!”

   I stopped. “What do you mean? Who does Manos worship? John?”

   Antonis snapped his fingers. “Him. Many others do. All crazy.”

   “But why? Why would they worship John?”

   He looked at me like I was playing some game with him. “You must know. Who they say is John.” He poured the rest of my wine into his own glass and gulped it down in one shot.

   “I’m afraid I don’t.”

   He shrugged and eased back into his chair. “You are fool. I feel sorry.” He gave another wave of dismissal.

   But I would not be put off. “Tell me. What do people say about John?”

   He laughed, mocking, and leaned toward me. “They say—John is Apostle. The Beloved. Very, very, very old man. Oldest.”

   I felt something cold in the pit of my stomach. “John, the Apostle? Like, from the Bible?” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. How could anyone think this? And Manos, how could he possibly believe that his friend was John from the days of Jesus? Yet, what would a man like Antonis gain from claiming so?

   “You go now. Sell your fish.” He said more in Greek words that sounded less polite while waving me away with both hands. I picked up the bag and walked away.