The "I Can't" Funeral

By Phillip B. Childs, Edited by Gary Amirault 

Donna's fourth-grade classroom looked like many others I had seen in the past. Students sat in five rows of six desks. The teacher's desk was in the front and faced the students. The bulletin board featured student work. In most respects it appeared to be a typically traditional elementary classroom. Yet, something seemed different that day I entered it for the first time. There seemed to be an undercurrent of excitement.

Donna was a veteran small-town Michigan schoolteacher only two years away from retirement. In addition, she was a volunteer participant in a countywide development project I had organized and facilitated. The training focused on language arts ideas that would empower students to feel good about them and take charge of their lives. Donna's job was to attend training sessions and implement the concepts presented. My job was to make classroom visitations and encourage implementation.

I took an empty seat in the back and watched. All the students were working on a task, filling a sheet of notebook paper with thoughts and ideas. The ten-year-old student closest to me was filling her page with "I Cant's."

"I can't kick the soccer ball pass second base."
"I can't do long division with more than three numbers."
"I can't get Debbie to like me."

Her page was half full and she showed no signs of letting up. She worked on with determination and persistence.

I walked down the row glancing at students' papers. Everyone was writing sentences, describing things they couldn't do.

"I can't do ten pushups."
"I can't hit over the left-field fence."
"I can't eat only one cookie."

By this time, the activity engaged my curiosity, so I decided to check with the teacher to see what was going on. As I approached her, I noticed that she too was busy writing. I felt it best not to interrupt.

"I can't get John's mother to come in for a teacher conference."
"I can't get my daughter to put gas in the car."
"I can't get Alan to use words instead of fists."

Thwarted in my efforts to determine why students and teacher were dwelling on the negative instead of the positive "I Can't" statements, I returned to my seat and continued my observations. Students wrote for ten minutes. Most filled their page. Some started another.

"Finish the one you're on and don't start a new one," were the instructions Donna used to signal the end of the activity. Students were then instructed to fold their papers in half and bring them to the front. When students reached the desk, they placed their "I Can't" statements into an empty shoe box.

When all of the student papers were collected, Donna added hers. She put the lid on the box, tucked it under her arm and headed out the door and down the hall. Students followed the teacher. I followed the students.

Halfway down the hall the procession stopped. Donna entered the custodian's room, rummaged around and came out with a shovel. Shovel in one hand, shoebox in the other, Donna marched the students out of the school to the farthest corner of the playground. There they began to dig.

They were going to bury their "I Cant's!" The digging took over ten minutes because most of the fourth graders wanted a turn. When the hole approached three-foot deep, the digging ended. The box of "I Cant's" was placed at the bottom of the hole and quickly covered with dirt.

Thirty-one 10- and 11-year-olds stood around the freshly dug gravesite. Each had at least one page full of "I Cant's" in the shoebox, three-feet under. So did their teacher.

At this point Donna announced, "Boys and girls, please join hands and bow your heads." The students complied. They quickly formed a circle around the grave, creating a bond with their hands. They lowered their heads and waited. Donna delivered the eulogy.

"Friends, we gather today to honor the memory of "I Can't." While he was with us on earth, he touched the lives of everyone, some more than others. His names, unfortunately, has been spoken in every public building - schools, city halls, and state capitols and yes, even The White House.

We have provided "I Can't" with a final resting place and headstone that contains his epitaph. He is survived by his brothers and sisters, "I can, 'I will' and "I'm going to Right Away.' They are not as well known as their famous relative and are certainly not as strong and powerful yet. Perhaps someday, with your help, they will make and even bigger mark on the world. May 'I Can't' rest in peace and may everyone present pick up their lives and move forward in his absence. Amen."

As I listened to the eulogy I realized that these students would never forget this day. The activity was symbolic, a metaphor for life. It was a right-brain experience that would stick in the unconscious and conscious mind forever.

Writing "I Cant's," burying them and hearing the eulogy. That was a major effort on the part of this teacher. And she wasn't done yet. At the conclusion of the eulogy she turned the students around, marched them back into the classroom and held a wake.

They celebrated the passing of "I Can't" with cookies, popcorn and fruit juices. Donna cut out a tombstone from butcher paper. She wrote the words "I Can't" at the top and put RIP in the middle the date was added at the bottom, "3/28/80."

The paper tombstone hung in Donna's classroom for the remainder of the year. On those rare occasions when a student forgot and said, "I Can't," Donna simply pointed to the RIP sign. The student then remembered that "I Can't" was dead and chose to rephrase the statement.

I wasn't one of Donna's students. She was one of mine. Yet that day I learned an enduring lesson from her.

Now, years later, whenever I hear the phrase, "I Can't," I see images of that fourth-grade funeral. Like the students, I remember that "I Can't" is dead.--End of article


"I can't" is a synonym for the biblical "unbelief."

When the disciples asked Jesus why they couldn't drive out certain demons, Jesus replied, "Because you have so little faith. I tell you the truth, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, 'Move from here to there' and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you." (Mat. 17:20)

I have written a series of articles entitled, "The World; A Reflection of the Church" in which I point out that almost all of the problems that the world is facing are mere shadows of spiritual problems in the Church. The "I can't" problem in the world finds its counterpart in the "unbelief" which is rampant in the Church world.

Speaking of the first "chosen people," the Jews, "Jesus said unto them, a prophet is not without honour, but in his own country, and among his own kin, and in his own house. And he could there do no mighty work, except that he laid his hands upon a few sick folk, and healed them. And he marvelled because of their unbelief." (Mark 6:4-6)

After over 1500 years of being the only Covenant people with the one True God, the last generation of Israelites who were expecting their Messiah to come in their day, became the most unbelieving and corrupt people on the face of the earth. "He marveled because of their unbelief." He cleansed the house of Israel for three and a half years driving out all kinds of unclean spirits. But because they refused to allow the Holy Spirit to operate in their hearts, sometimes even calling the work of the Holy Spirit the work of Satan, their condition became seven times worse. (Mat. 12:43-45) Josephus, the Jewish historian, left us a detailed report of the corruptness of this "wicked and adulterous generation." (See "War of the Jews" by Josephus.) Like the Jews of old, I have heard many Christians in my lifetime attribute the workings of the Holy Spirit to deceiving signs and wonders of Satan.

"Wherefore I was grieved with that generation, and said, 'they do alway err in their heart; and they have not known my ways.' So I sware in my wrath, they shall not enter into my rest. Take heed, brethren, lest there be in any of you an evil heart of unbelief, in departing from the living God."(Heb. 3:10-12)

How can we know if we have "an evil heart of unbelief?" It is pride, especially religious pride, that prevents us from judging and seeing ourselves as we really are. We, Christians, are just as capable of blinding ourselves to the Truth as did many Jews in Moses' or Jesus' day. Moses was the most humble man on earth during the Old Covenant. Jesus is the most humble Man on earth during the New Covenant. Let us not harden our hearts becoming unbelieving through pride. Let us "humble ourselves in the sight of the Lord" that He may "lift us up" to experience the fullness of all that He desires for us to walk in. (James 4:10) After all...

"The LORD is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit. A righteous man may have many troubles, but the LORD delivers him from them all." (Psalm 34:18-19; see also Psalm 51:17; Isaiah 57:15, 66:2; Phil. 4:13)

These are times of great glory and mighty works of our Father and His Son, Jesus through His Body. But we must be lowly of heart in order to see them and walk in them. Pride, self-righteousness, sectarianism, nationalism, racism as well as other things will crowd out our ability to flow with His Spirit. The same things that prevented the Pharisees, Sadducees, lawyers and scribes from joining themselves to Jesus' and His disciples' mission can hinder us from flowing with God's purposes at this time. These are times to take the issues of the heart very seriously. These are times to take verses like this one seriously:

"'Today, if you hear his voice, do not harden your hearts as you did in the rebellion.' Who were they who heard and rebelled? Were they not all those Moses led out of Egypt? And with whom was he angry for forty years? Was it not with those who sinned, whose bodies fell in the desert? And to whom did God swear that they would never enter his rest if not to those who disobeyed? So we see that they were not able to enter, because of their unbelief." (Heb. 3:15-19, NIV)

Jesus said, "When the Son of Man comes, will he find faith on the earth?" (Luke 18:8)

It is in the Spirit of a broken and contrite heart that we may boldly yet humbly say with full assurance and confidence, "I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me." (Phil. 4:13) --Gary Amirault

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