Everyone has a certain set of primary talents. Some folks are athletic. Others, easy going. Some are visionaries. Others are charismatic. Some talents are difficult to pinpoint and others are quite blatant.
Aside from the primary or most obvious talent are other talents that don’t come quite as naturally. Perhaps a musician is great at hearing the music and playing it by ear, but struggles to learn how to read music. After time, the musician learns to play just as well using music as they do by ear.
The key is recognizing your primary strengths while also realizing your secondary talents. Very rarely are great things done with a single skill.
This seems to be the case with many leaders: they naturally possess either charisma (excitement or enthusiasm) or vision (having a goal or a place to go). Charismatic leaders wing-it, constantly relying on their skills with people to compensate for their lack of long-term vision, while visionaries often forget to take other people along.
Visionaries without charisma lead a handful of people while dreaming of great things. Charismatic leaders take people on a merry-go-round of life, gleefully enjoying the ride but never getting anywhere.
I write all of this to say that we should examine our natural strengths and use them accordingly. But we should also work toward maturation in the other areas of our lives that don’t come quite as easily. And I speak even more strongly to leaders, because their failure to consider their talents and develop them causes problems for many other people.
Monthly Archives: July 2006
Leadership and Groups
The leaders of a group define who a group is. More specifically, the eminent leader defines who the group is and how they act. The subordinate leaders help to influence a situation, but the primary leadership always is the determining factor of a group’s character.
The first response to such a statement is denial, “No, I can think of groups that are completely different than their leader.” But even that seems to indicate my point: if the group isn’t influenced by the leader, then it is a sign of weak leadership that does not affect the quality of a group. So even in the negative sense, the leader defines a group.
The whole situation made me consider the role of spices and herbs in food. Take chili, for example. Chili is mainly composed of meat (and beans, if you believe in that sort of thing), but yet the flavor is dominated by a few ounces of very potent spices. These spices infiltrate the rest of the food and infuse it with concentrated doses of flavor. In this case, the few dominates the many.
And so in leadership, good leaders, although fewer in number than their constituents, dictate the flavor and direction of group by their very nature. And like most spices and herbs, good leadership sometimes goes bad. It can go bad because it loses its flavor or it can go bad by literally spoiling and making the food toxic. Likewise, herbs and spices are food specific, that is, I wouldn’t want to douse my ice cream with an ounce of salt or paprika.
So it makes me wonder: how many leadership positions are filled by ‘old spices’ and how many are filled with ‘incorrect spices?’ And if these two don’t apply to the situation, how many times do leaders infuse too much or too little flavor?
I think the application of this concept is far reaching and thought provoking. I’m not writing this to say that every leader I’m around is a failure, but simply as a manner of reconsidering my role as ‘leader’ and my role as ‘follower.’ And of course, I also am thinking about your role as leader and follower as well.
What do you think?
A Bad Decision
Yesterday, the National Weather Service issed a tornado warning for Harris county because of strong storms. A number of folks were concerned about hail, so they moved their vehicles under an awning for protection.
But my boss, Chris Todd, being the responsible, thinking man that he is, opted to pull his truck underneath an awning. And because he wanted to make sure that everyone else could pull through the driveway, he moved his truck up onto some grass that is covered. The official story (as told by him), but his thoughts like this: “Surely I won’t get stuck if I pull onto the grass. It hasn’t really rained that much.”
Alas, it had rained that much, and he was hopelessly stuck. He was able to extricate his vehicle without much notice, and it wasn’t until yesterday afternoon that we learned of this wonderfully comedic story. And in honor of this choice, I created a limited-print edition of CFBC Demotivators:

Nobel Prize Irony
I was shocked (briefly) and then reminded of the absurdity of so many personal philosophies: Peace prize winner ‘could kill’ Bush by Annabelle McDonald.
Here is the first part of the article:
NOBEL peace laureate Betty Williams displayed a flash of her feisty Irish spirit yesterday, lashing out at US President George W.Bush during a speech to hundreds of schoolchildren.
Campaigning on the rights of young people at the Earth Dialogues forum, being held in Brisbane, Ms Williams spoke passionately about the deaths of innocent children during wartime, particularly in the Middle East, and lambasted Mr Bush.
“I have a very hard time with this word ‘non-violence’, because I don’t believe that I am non-violent,” said Ms Williams, 64.
“Right now, I would love to kill George Bush.” Her young audience at the Brisbane City Hall clapped and cheered.
“I don’t know how I ever got a Nobel Peace Prize, because when I see children die the anger in me is just beyond belief. It’s our duty as human beings, whatever age we are, to become the protectors of human life.”
Ms Williams was awarded the Nobel Peace Prize 30 years ago, when she circulated a petition to end violence in Northern Ireland after witnessing British soldiers shoot dead an IRA member who was driving a car. He veered on to the footpath, killing two children from one family instantly and fatally injuring a third.
Now this is easily one of the most ridiculous comments I have ever read. Ms. Williams basically said:
1) I’m violent (not non-violent)
2) I want to kill George Bush.
3) Protecting human life is the purpose of all humanity.
This would lead me to conclude that either Ms. Williams is crazy or that she has no idea what she is saying. No sane person with a reasonable philosophy could say they want to kill someone but protect human life. And sadly, the crowd erupted at this meaningless diatribe.
A Question
If you could choose one of the two following options, which would you choose?
1) To be beautiful / handsome, but also rude and mean.
2) To be ugly, but also generous and loving.
I think our “official” and verbal answer would be much different than how we answer it with our day-to-day deeds.
What do you think?
The Unsatisfiable Itch
Today at work, the sole of my foot started to itch (and no, I don’t have some wierd foot fungus). So, I started to scratch it. Except as I started to rub my foot against the floor, I realized that it tickled.
I was confronted with a quandry: do I scratch and cause the sensation of tickling? Or do I deal with the itch?
So many times in life, the method we choose to solve our problems just doesn’t work. It doesn’t satisfy our needs and it only leads to other unexpected issues. It makes me wonder if waiting to find the right solution is more worthwhile than impulsively demanding a solution at once.
And by the way, the itch went away after another minute or so. I guess waiting does really work after all…
What’s Wrong with the World
“When the London Times asked a number of writers for essays on the topic “What’s Wrong with the World?” [G.K.] Chesterton sent in the reply shortest and most to the point:
‘Dear Sirs:
I am.
Sincerely yours,
G.K. Chesterton’”
- Philip Yancey
Smashing Gnats
A small gnat decided that I smelled nice and began to buzz about my face. I swung and swatted at him like anyone else would, but in spite of my commanding advantage, I kept missing.
And he kept buzzing, circulating between my right and left eyes.
With one last desperation swat, my right hand swung toward my left side, nailing the gnat in mid air. Of course, the momentum of that swing took my hand directly into my shirt, where I finished the elimination of that pesky bug by smashing it into my shirt. I was like I ordered one black spot ingrained into one nice shirt.
I sat back and wondered, “Why in the world did I swing toward my chest?” Take my advice, don’t follow my example.
Money, God, and Me
I used to dream of the day when I could serve God by giving money away. I could give to this project or that project, I could help build buildings and do all of these cool things because I had the finances to give. I could even be involved with missions without getting my hands dirty. Neat, right?
But I figure that is a sad and ever-present perspective of Christianity. I wanted to work hard, get a bunch of nice things, build up my cash hoard, and then start following Christ’s commands. That way I could have my cake and eat it too.
And this comes back to an intrinsic human desire to keep as much power as possible. We want to be in control of our situations—we don’t want to give that power away. And by doing so, we miss out on so many good things in life. I wanted to give God glory in a financial way, and that was bad.
Why was that bad? It’s simple: I wanted to give God only parts of my life. This is going to sound controversial (especially to all of you who have heard sermons on tithing recently)—God doesn’t want your money. He doesn’t need it—He can get it from wherever He wants. And in spite of the fact that God has everything He could ever need or imagine (He’s perfect, you know), God still wants you.
He’s not interested in sections A and B of Andrew. He wants all of Andrew. And the funny thing is, when He has all of me, He’s going to get my time, my relationships and my money. It seems as though I was trying to barter with God over something I had no control over: my life. I wanted to section it off and offer up the friendly parts and times pleasing to me. And God simply said, “No, I’ll take it all.”
And with all of that, the phrase Carpe Diem rings even more true. “Seize the day” is how we should live, (I think David said something like that in Ps 118) not “I’ll save up and then do good stuff tomorrow.”
Of course, the question now is, “What do I do to serve Lord now?” I don’t necessarily believe the answer will cause me to travel to the wilds of Africa, but it should affect my day-to-day life. And that could be an interesting journey.
Couch Repair
…knock, knock, knock
[opens door]
“Yes, I’m from Bassett. I’m here to look at your couch.”
“Come in. The couch is right here.”
“So you say the couch has a hole in it.”
[Pointing at Couch Cusion] “Yea, on this cushion right here.”
“Oh
[Awkward Silence]
“We’ll have a new cushion for you in two to three weeks.”
“That’s it?”
“Yea. We’ll call you when it’s ready.”
“Thanks.”
[Closes Door]