Archive for February, 2010
Recently I picked up and read Management Rewired by Charles Jacobs. While I confess I don’t know much about business or what’s trendy in business management, I did find this book interesting and helpful, primarily due to the fact it is different than some of the other books I’ve read on the topic. Using some of the latest research on brain science and neurology, Jacobs offers some insights as to why leaders and organizations do what they do and how they can do them better. I thought I’d share a few of the notes I took from the book that I found to be insightful.
· Leadership is primarily concerned with ideas. Good leaders get the big ideas right. When they do, a lot of other things will fall into place. Jacobs elaborates by saying that the power of an organization is in its ability to generate ideas.
· Jacobs argues that leaders cannot change organizations, but they can change people who change the culture of the organization.
· This transformation is accomplished through the power of storytelling.
· Much of our thinking is organized in stories. Stories and metaphors help us to organize our experience of the world. The more we tell the story, the more the story shapes us.
· If you want to know what’s going on in your organization, you have to figure out what story the people are telling themselves.
· You change your environment by changing your story. It is important to craft the story with a predictable outcome that promotes the change you want to see.
· Rather than emphasizing organization, leaders should work on shaping the culture that shapes thinking. Culture is a convenient way of thinking about patterns in behavior in a organization that isn’t hardwired by policies, procedures, or structure.
· The right hemisphere of the brain sees “wholes” and is responsible for our emotions. The left hemisphere of the brain is the center of logic. It delays immediate gratification. The power of story is that story unites the two hemispheres.
· One of the reasons organizations make poor decisions is their unwillingness to delay immediate gratification.
· Leadership isn’t about forcing people to do one’s bidding. It’s about telling a story so that people can do what they need and want to do.
In the final pages of this monograph, Jacobs’ lists five characteristics that mark Transformational Leadership. They are summarized as follows.
1. In order to shift the paradigm, leaders have to change the way people think within the organization.
2. Any successful paradigm shift must be a participative process. For example, Plato influenced thinking by asking questions.
3. Leaders can influence paradigm transformation by conveying an aspirational but credible view of the future.
4. This view of the future is communicated through story. Leaders have to tell a better story than the story the people are currently telling themselves.
5. Finally, transformational leaders use the story to create focus and urgency on what’s critical for success.
Jacobs’ book is an excellent read. While I only touched on some of the great stuff I found, there’s plenty more that’s helpful, even for pastors like me who continuously communicate the greatest story ever told.
Here’s the video from Lauren’s Jazz Band playing at Downtown Disney on December 29, 2009! Awesome job by an awesome group of kids!
Think about the promise of eternal life that Jesus offered to him in those dying moments.
Salvation is immediate: “Today.” Salvation is personal: “YOU will be with ME.” Salvation is eternal: “in paradise” (literally, the garden).
The gospel of Jesus Christ is not just about what happens to us when we die. It is life with God here on earth. Jesus extends the same hope and promise to you today.
God knows us by name.
God knows the number of hairs on our head.
God knows the number of our days we will live on earth.
God hears the words we speak.
God knows our thoughts.
God sees our tears and records them.
God listens to our prayers.
There are many more affirmations from the Bible that affirm God’s constant awareness and attentiveness over our lives.
Why then, does God remember us? He remembers us because he loves us. He not only loves us, he has made it possible for us to have life with him always. You never forget those who are always with you. Through Jesus’ sacrifice on the cross, God closes the proximity and empowers us to become children of God.
The gospel is not just the message proclaimed that brings salvation. The good news of the gospel is that we can have life with God. 1 Peter 3:18 states, “For Christ died for sins once for all, the righteous for the unrighteous, to bring you to God (NIV).” That’s the gospel message, life with God!
There are a couple of helpful websites that I routinely check that are proving to be helpful time savers. When I want to catch up on Christian news, I find www.baptiststoday.org. This site scans online newspapers from coast to coast and posts the links to the top religious news stories each day. While the web address may lead you to believe that the site is only concerned with Baptist news, it crosses into interdenominational and interfaith territory. As a bonus, the site includes stories from the legal system that might be of interest to Christian readers.
The second site scans the Christian blogosphere. Though its a relatively new site, www.zoecity.com scans the top Christian blogs and provides links on a daily basis. Let me encourage you to check these sites out. I hope they prove to save you some time.
When we lived in Arkansas, Lisa and I were invited to a dinner party to honor the 40th birthday of a friend. His wife did an immaculate job of decorating and preparing for the group that gathered. The table was set, complete with name cards that assigned seats to each dinner guest. Except me. It was a funny oversight, but at the same time, a bit awkward. Have you ever been forgotten? Have you ever felt that God has forgotten you?
Sometimes we feel forgotten by God, especially when our fail proof systems hit a glitch. Any number of life’s challenges…bills, kids, marriage, employment, health…can cause us to wonder if God’s really paying attention to us. If you’ve ever felt that way, then the second saying Jesus spoke from the cross is for you.
Jesus’ words are spoken to one who is simply called a “thief.” To refer to him as a thief is a bit understated. He was more than one who stole stuff. He was a professional criminal and an insurrectionist, an enemy of the Roman Empire. Many would have labeled him as a “bad person.” He was deserving of death even by his own admission.
It’s fascinating that the thief appealed to Jesus’ memory. “Remember me…” I must confess that it’s a bold request, given that Jesus probably had a lot on his mind already. Jesus responds, “Today you will be with me in paradise.” Or, “I will not forget you.”
In our pain and adversity, we echo that same request… “Remember me…” and he does.
Hunt did the painting from a rooftop in Jerusalem in the early 1870’s. While it is historically fictitious, it is theologically true. Jesus was born for this purpose: to give his life on the cross for our sin. His life was not taken from him for he gave it willingly. Jesus’ mission was the cross. Ours is the same. As we begin to turn our attention toward Easter, may our hearts be filled with praise and worship of the “lamb who was slain.” May we commit ourselves in a new, fresh way and continue the mission Jesus began.
As millions of Christians around the world observe Ash Wednesday today, I thought I’d post this prayer for Ash Wednesday by Old Testament scholar Walter Brueggemann. It is part of a collection of prayers for the people of God titled Prayers for a Privileged People.
Marked by Ashes
By Walter Brueggemann
Ruler of the Night, Guarantor of the Day…
This day—a gift from you.
This day—like none other you have ever given,
or we have ever received.
This Wednesday dazzles us with gift and newness and possibility.
This Wednesday burdens us with the tasks of the day,
for we are already halfway home
halfway back to committees and memos,
halfway back to calls and appointments,
halfway on to next Sunday,
halfway back, half frazzled, half expectant,
half turned toward you, half rather not.
This Wednesday is a long way from Ash Wednesday,
but all our Wednesdays are marked by ashes—
we begin this day with that taste of ash in our mouth:
of failed hope and broken promises,
of forgotten children and frightened women,
of more war casualties, more violence, more cynicism;
We ourselves are ashes to ashes,
dust to dust;
We can taste our mortality as we roll the ash around
on our tongues.
We are able to ponder our ashness with
some confidence, only because our every Wednesday of ashes
anticipates your Easter victory over that dry, flaky taste of death.
On this Wednesday, we submit our ashen way to you—
your Easter parade of newness.
Before the sun sets, take our Wednesday and Easter us,
Easter us to joy and energy and courage and freedom;
Easter us that we may be fearless for your truth.
Come here and Easter our Wednesday with
mercy and justice and peace and generosity.
We pray as we wait for the Risen One who comes soon.
It started to snow. The first snow of the season and
the wife and I took our cocktails and sat for hours by
the window watching the huge soft flakes drift down
from heaven. It looked like a Grandma Moses print. So
romantic we felt like newlyweds again. I love snow!
We woke to a beautiful blanket of crystal white snow
covering every inch of the landscape. What a fantastic
sight! Can there be a more lovely place in
the whole world? Moving here was the best idea I’ve
Shoveled for the first time in years and felt like a
boy again. I did both our driveway and the sidewalks.
This afternoon the snowplow came along and covered
up the sidewalks and closed in the driveway, so I got
to shovel again. What a perfect life!
The sun has melted all our lovely snow. Such a
disappointment! My neighbor tells me not to worry-
we’ll definitely have a white Christmas. No snow on
Christmas would be awful! Bob says we’ll have so much
snow by the end of winter, that I’ll never want to see
snow again. I don’t think that’s possible. Bob is such
a nice man, I’m glad he’s our neighbor.
Snow, lovely snow! 8 inches last night. The
temperature dropped to -20. The cold makes everything
sparkle so. The wind took my breath away, but I warmed
up by shoveling the driveway and sidewalks. This is
the life! The snowplow came back this afternoon and
buried everything again. I didn’t
realize I would have to do quite this much shoveling,
but I’ll certainly get back in shape this way. I wish
I wouldn’t huff and puff so.
20 inches forecast. Sold my van and bought a 4×4
Blazer. Bought snow tires for the wife’s car and 2
extra shovels. Stocked the freezer. The wife wants
a wood stove in case the electricity goes out. I think
that’s silly. We aren’t in Alaska, after all.
Ice storm this morning. Fell on my butt on the ice in
the driveway putting down salt. Hurt like crazy. The
wife laughed for an hour, which I think was very
Still way below freezing. Roads are too icy to go
anywhere. Electricity was off for 5 hours. I had to
pile the blankets on to stay warm. Nothing to do but
stare at the wife and try not to irritate her. Guess I
should’ve bought a wood stove, but won’t admit it to
her. I hate it when she’s right. I can’t believe
I’m freezing to death in my own living room.
Electricity is back on, but had another 14 inches of
the stuff last night. More shoveling! Took all
day. The stupid snowplow came by twice.
Tried to find a neighbor kid to shovel, but they said
they’re too busy playing hockey. I think they’re
lying. Called the only hardware store around to see about
buying a snow blower and they’re out. Might have
another shipment in March. I think they’re lying. Bob
says I have to shovel or the city will have it done
and bill me. I think he’s lying.
Bob was right about a white Christmas because 13 more
inches fell today, and it’s so cold,
it probably won’t melt till August. Took me 45 minutes
to get all dressed up to go out to shovel and then I
had to pee. By the time I got undressed, peed and
dressed again. I was too tired to shovel. Tried to
hire Bob who has a plow on his truck for the rest of
the winter, but he says he’s too busy. I think he’s lying!
Only 2 inches of snow today. And it warmed up to 0.
The wife wanted me to decorate the front of the house
this morning. What is she, nuts?!!
Why didn’t she tell me to do that a month ago? She
says she did but I think she’s lying.
6 inches – Snow packed so hard by snowplow, I broke
the shovel. Thought I was having a heart attack. If I
ever catch the guy who drives that snow
plow, I’ll drag him through the snow and
beat him to death with my broken shovel. I know he
hides around the corner and waits for me to finish
shoveling and then he comes down the street at a 100
miles an hour and throws snow all over where I’ve just
been! Tonight the wife wanted me to sing Christmas
carols with her and open our presents, but I was too
busy watching for the snowplow!
Merry Christmas! 20 more inches of the
slop tonight – Snowed in!
The idea of shoveling makes my blood boil. I hate
Then the snowplow driver came by asking for a donation
and I hit him over the head with my shovel. The wife
says I have a bad attitude. I think she’s an
idiot. If I have to watch “It’s A Wonderful Life” one
more time, I’m going to stuff her into the microwave!
Still snowed in. Why did I ever move here? It
was all HER idea.
She’s really getting on my nerves.
Temperature dropped to -30 and the pipes froze;
plumber came after 14 hours of waiting for him, he
only charged me $1,400 to replace all my pipes.
Warmed up to above -20. Still snowed in. The wife is
driving me crazy!!!
10 more inches. Bob says I have to shovel the roof or
it could cave in. That’s the silliest thing I ever
heard. How dumb does he think I am?
Roof caved in. I beat up the snow plow driver, and now
he is suing me for a million dollars, not only for the
beating I gave him, but also for trying to bury him in the snow.
The wife went home to her mother.
Nine more inches predicted.
I set fire to what’s left of the house. No more
Feel so good. I just love those little white pills
they keep giving me. Why am I tied to the bed?
Like the Jewish religious leaders, for example. The religious leaders were protectors of orthodox religion and demanded observance of the law, even in the face of Jesus’ offer of grace. They were petty and power hungry. Even Pontius Pilate observed that their envy of Jesus was the root behind their demand for crucifixion. Jesus was crucified during Passover, an observance that historians tell us was so big in the early first century that it spanned two days (Thursday and Friday). As many as 120,000 lambs were sacrificed in the Temple during Passover—so many that the blood ran down the streets.
Yet a mere half mile away from the Temple, with all of its adornments and activity, Jesus hung on the cross, the “lamb of God, slain before the foundation of the world.” Paul Hewson defines religion this way. He writes, “Religion is what happens when God leaves the room. We create our own rules to fill up the empty space.” The religious leaders did not know what they were doing.
Neither did the Roman soldiers. With clenched fists, the muscle of the Roman government proceeded to take Jesus’ life by force. Little did they realize that he was giving his life willingly. Some of the soldiers threw dice on the ground beneath the cross, gambling for Jesus’ tunic. Ironically, they were fighting for the one material possession of Christ as he fought for the one eternal possession they had—their very souls. The Roman soldiers did not know what they were doing.
We should include those who were casually passing by that day, casting private judgment on the activity they witnessed. Lest we forget, Jesus was crucified publicly because the Roman Empire believed that public capitol punishment served as a deterrent to crime. In our imagination, we can see them with their arms crossed, shaking their heads in disgust. They did not know what they were doing.
But what if we go ahead and insert ourselves into the scene? Do we know what we’re doing? Are we aware of our need for forgiveness? Are we aware of the cost of forgiveness? After all, why is forgiveness associated with death? What is the correlation between death and forgiveness? Do we know what we’re doing? Do we know how often we take the gifts of God for granted? Do we know how flippant we are about our sin? Do we realize how helpless we are to help ourselves? Do we admit we are not in control? We are not masters of our own fate? We cannot save ourselves? We have no answer to the problem of death? We don’t know what we’re doing. But thankfully God does know what he’s doing. Jesus did not die on the cross in order to fix you. He did not die to make bad people good. He came to give dead people life. He came to save you from sin and yourself. The humble admission: “I don’t know what I’ve done…I don’t know what I’m doing” is the act of humility that brings forgiveness into your life.