Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Does the L-Word Belong in Business?

So I was standing in line at Starbucks, doing my usual coffee routine, and I saw one of the baristas, Carla, in the background taking orders for the drive-through. She’s talking on one of those hands-free headphone things, so I can only hear her side of the conversation:
“Is that you Barbara? How’s it going?”
…………………
“Awesome!”
………………….
“OK… Is that decaf? The usual?”
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“Yeah, I know. That must have been great.”
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“All right hon, that’s $4.50.″
The car drives up to the window, and I watch her conducting the transaction. As I walk over to the counter for milk, I hear Carla’s parting comment to the customer:
“Ok, see you soon. I love ya!”
What?
You could practically hear the dubbed-in record scratch as I did an audible double-take. Did she really just tell that customer that she loves her?
This blatant profession of love in the midst of public enterprise made me cringe—and melt, all at once. Part of me, the Jesus-Spirit-Christian part, wanted to wave palm branches in her general direction for establishing a new pinnacle of customer service. (Take that, Zappos!) But the buttoned-up business manager in me was tapping his foot, questioning the appropriateness of that exchange.
At first glance, there would typically be no call for expressing love while achieving your management objectives. Business is about process and profits, after all. And market share and competition. There’s nothing sentimental about it.
Plus, one generally attempts to portray some level of professionalism at work in order to maintain a commanding presence, or to earn the respect of colleagues. A measure of guardedness comes with the territory, especially for those in management positions (think Facebook vs. LinkedIn).
However, there’s no denying that our organizations are made up of people, not machines. All that equipment and technology—well, they don’t just work spontaneously of their own accord. It's the human beings who are running things, and at their core, people just want to be loved.
Martin Luther King once said, “Power without love is reckless and abusive, and love without power is sentimental and anemic.”
There is a lesson here for leaders.
We are all too familiar with the concept of power in business—the drive and resolve to get things done. None of us would be successful in our careers without some of that. But for too many, that’s where the discussion ends.
Plenty of research keeps cropping up showing that people at work are much more productive when they also feel cared for. Even loneliness, the perception of isolation or estrangement from others, has been shown to reduce an employee’s overall productivity, both in individual and group tasks. And it doesn’t take a PhD from Harvard to understand why. When you don’t fit in it makes you depressed, moody, negative.
Author Adam Kahane suggests that love, expressed as compassion and solidarity, is completely appropriate in business. But leaders must strive for a balance, he says. A system that follows only power will sacrifice its people, while a system that follows only the impulses of love will lose its competitiveness.
That's all well and good, but here's my takeaway: isn't love the ultimate link between our spiritual life and our work? Not Valentine’s Day love, but the every-day kind of love that says you care about the well-being of others. The kind that gives the best of yourself at work, in a compassionate and caring way. I suppose this is what Paul is talking about in I Corinthians 13, and it is more or less the main thing Jesus wants us to do.
When you strip out all the formalities and jargon of doing business, at the end of the day we are all just needy human beings trying to get stuff done. And I’m thinking, wouldn’t that really lift everyone’s spirits at work, if we tried to love each other?
Image by Joshua Miller. Used with permission. Sourced via Flickr. Post by Bradley J. Moore.

Thursday, December 8, 2011

When Love Is an Action

I have watched how they go these past weeks. Soaring and diving, turning and landing—a migration ballet. I stand in the middle of the street with my neck arched upward for dizzying moments. When they swoop overhead, the world turns and I am lifted to heights, longing for wings. The way they plunge and domino through the sky makes my tummy drop—I am flying with them, my heart lifted by their communal dance. They move as one.
The birds are heading south and the beauty of it breaks my heart.
They call me a shepherd at my church. I have a flock that I tend. It’s a way for our leadership to stay abreast of individual needs—divide the congregation into smaller groups and assign elders to watch over them. As shepherd, I am supposed to check in with my flock regularly. Make sure they are doing okay.
We have had troubles. We have brushed up against each other and bruised tender flesh in the jostling. Sheep do—they bleat wildly when alarmed, bumble about in fear. We lose sight of our Shepherd.
Sunday night we meet in the sanctuary. There are some good words and some prayers and then we all flood out into the narthex to dress up our church for Christmas. The Hanging of the Greens, we call it. Old and young are here—the same faces we always see when something needs doing…the same faces we’ve argued with and picked at and found fault with.
We are told to love one another. The word in its original Greek is an action word—a verb. It’s a doing thing. So we do.
I’ve often wondered—as I lift my eyes to the sky, feel my breath leave my body as the birds move in unison across the sun—how do they do that? What drive inside pulls them forward, what cue from the next allows them to turn so gracefully as one—no hesitation, no clumsy choppy movements? I know it is written on their hearts—this greater purpose that allows for such harmony, such grace.
I hand an ornament to gnarled fingers, the same fingers that have lashed out at me and those I love in the past…and I lean in closer. Those fingers touch mine and we smile.
So many times, our fellowship is like the sheep—mindless, aimless, losing sight of our Shepherd. But Sunday night, we spread our wings. We moved as one, pulled by something greater—something we do not understand. When love in an action—we turn with those subtle cues, follow the rhythm of our hearts—this is when we take wing.
This is when we fly.

Friday, November 25, 2011

Helpology.org Christian Ministry Aims to ‘Help. Love. Jesus.’,

NASHVILLE, TN (ANS) -- Can a Christian web site help save souls? One site -- www.Helpology.org -- believes it can and is a Christian ministry on a revolutionary mission to lead people to Jesus.

Dave Christian is an award-winning, former U.S. Marine sergeant, Iraq War veteran, and founder ofwww.Helpology.org
The foundational Scripture verse of www.Helpology.org is, “Our help is in the name of the LORD ...” (Psalm 124:8 NKJV). The ministry's mission is to, “Glorify God as we ‘help. love. Jesus,’ and to share the Good News of Jesus Christ with as many people as possible by prayerfully answering The Question: Lord Jesus, ‘What's the most helpful & simplest way that works?’ (James 1:5 NKJV).”

The web site lists “FREE Top Help” with many no-cost resources, including: www.211us.org; American HeritageSeries (www.american-heritage-series.com); Apologetics Index (www.apologeticsindex.org); www.BibleGateway.com;www.ChristianAnswers.net; www.FreeBibles.net;www.GenerousLife.org; 

GotQuestions?org (www.gotquestions.org); Helpology TV (http://bit.ly/sRJKfE); JESUS Film Project (www.jesusfilm.org); One Year Bible Online (www.oneyearbibleonline.com); Rock Music Exposed (http://bit.ly/svaSto); Setting Captives Free(www.settingcaptivesfree.com); and Top 100 Tools for Learning 2011 (http://c4lpt.co.uk/top-100-tools-for-learning-2011).
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Helpology features a purposeful, Christ-centered logo - a red, white, and blue heart with a white cross in its center. The heart symbolizes God the Father's love, and the cross is for God the Son, our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, living in our hearts once we're saved by faith in His Holy Name. White is for God the Holy Spirit living in our hearts and surrounding us with His Love. Red is for the Blood of Jesus, which washes away our sins, when we turn from our sins and put our faith in Jesus Christ alone. And blue is for the water of baptism, which is an outward sign of an inward change.

The following verses describe the biblical meaning of the logo: “...God has sent forth the spirit of His Son into your hearts ...” (Galatians 4:6 NKJV). “... the love of God has been poured out in our hearts by the Holy Spirit ...” (Romans 5:5 NKJV). “...that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith ... being rooted and grounded in love ...” (Ephesians 3:17-18 NKJV).

When you donate to the www.Helpology.org ministry, you help create Christian jobs, and 10% of all proceeds are given to various evangelical Christian ministries to help share the Good News of Jesus Christ with as many people as possible to help fulfill the Great Commission commanded by Jesus.

www.Helpology.org was founded by Dave Christian, a Bible-believing, Evangelical Christian. Christian's vision is to glorify the Lord Jesus Christ by creating the most helpful service of all time. For more information, visit www.helpology.org.

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Monday, November 21, 2011

Jesus Smells Like Murphy's Oil Soap


I don’t know why I came.
Many reasons, I suppose—obligation, guilt, habit.
Whatever it is, I give up my Saturday morning for it. Meet this ragtag group to pitch in and clean up our church. I drag the boys along too—tell my husband something about building character, about how they need to learn to give back.
Now, my twelve-almost-thirteen stands beside me, both arms pulled inside his t-shirt.
Frozen.
Haven’t I felt the chill inside this sanctuary?
He looks glumly at me with that expression that causes my jaw to clench. The blood pressure creeps up. I know he is waiting for me to tell him what to do. Exactly what to do. And I wonder to myself for the millionth time, just when does initiation kick in?
The answer appears in front of me in shape of his younger brother. The small one struggles underneath a heavy pew cushion. It’s his nature to help, to jump right in and recognize what needs doing. Big brother needs more direction.
I dip the rag into the bucket of cleaning solution, demonstrate what to do and try to ignore the irritation. I break it down slowly: the dipping of rag, wringing out, moving of it across the wood.
He just stands there. Stares. He doesn’t want this job. It will require him to remove his arms from his shirt.
And it’s too cold.
Someone is running the vacuum and the noise is so loud we have to shout to hear each other. I excuse myself and stand alone in the hall. I lean against the wall and breathe. What is wrong with me? Why is this getting to me so much?
I don’t have to dig deep to find the answer.
I have struggled to love this church. In the past few years there have been too many hurtful words, too much resistance to my husband’s ministry, too much of what Jesus hates.
I feel little affection for these walls. I have watched fledgling faith wings be clipped by words and actions of supposedly “mature” Christians. I have felt the weight of their judgment. All these months and no apologies. There is to be no righting of these wrongs. Not on this side of eternity.
But here we are, our entire family giving up our free morning together to do more church work. I can’t help noting that “those” people are not doing the same.
I wonder if it is time to leave. Haven’t we tried? Three long years and still we fight. I am tired.
I feel the beginnings of bitterness begin to creep into my heart and it is like poison entering my body. Just the tiniest drop and it moves through my blood like a virus--I feel helpless to stop it. I feel so helpless.
Am I?
Jesus help me.
There’s nothing for it. I must set the example, after all. I do what a mature Christian does. I go back into the sanctuary and continue wiping down pews. The boys are removing all the hymnals and Bibles from their pockets, making the path straight for my washing. It’s a good job for them--keeps them moving. They stack the books up on the floor—sacred word-towers.
I dip, wring, wipe. I am rubbing away the dirt.
In this rhythm the virus slows. I feel the tension in my jaw and shoulders release. The air smells clean and something tugs at the strings of my heart. This scent—this oily lemony aroma—stirs a memory. I close my eyes and let the memory have a face. This gleaming wood under my hand speaks a forgotten story. I begin to sing under cover of the hum of vacuum.  There is beauty here. There is beauty under my hands.
I pick up some gum wrappers. Find a small plastic animal. It makes me smile. I think of the individuals who sit in these pews. Faces come to mind--faces of those I love. This plain piece of wood has cradled a broken and bruised body. This plain piece of wood has been the only place of healing…the only place of unity.
My wiping becomes caress and I remember. This morning, hands dripping with Murphy’s Oil Soap, I remember.
And love grows between these walls.

Image by Claire Burge. Used with permission. Post by Laura J. Boggess.

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Three Short Devotional Stories of Faith

By: Author With Joy! 



1. You changed my mourning into dancing; you took off my sackcloth and clothed me with gladness. With my whole being I sing endless praise to you. Oh God my God, forever will I give you thanks. Psalms 30:13 (New American Bible)

Angela is a Latin-American in her mid-forties who lived a very difficult life. Angela tried to commit suicide many times. It is amazing that she is still alive. She has much potential, even after being in the mental health system for many years. She has many questions about Jesus and has a hunger to know Him.. She knows He cares and that she will be loved and cherished, no matter what. When asked about her faith, Angela quickly responded, without Jesus, she wouldn’t be alive today. She encouraged me to start a non-denominational faith group in our program.

I contacted my supervisor and explained how I would not emphasize my own faith, but let members talk about theirs. I gave my supervisor an agenda of what I would cover, and the proposal received approval. Angela wanted to lead the group, and I encouraged her to do so. I talked with her before the group met, to explain how this would be a safe place for people to talk about their faith without judgement.She seemed enthusiastic, and shared her excitement with the group. Now since she has been the facilitator she has made no major suicide attempts. She mentioned to me that being able to share her faith and being with others has helped her feel understood. She feels like she fits into the world. She sees herself not as a “mental patient” but a woman of faith. She helped me realize spiritual wisdom can come from anybody at any time if we are open to the light of Christ.

Prayer

You have the light of Christ

within and around you

Shine your light for all to see!

2. “Jesus said, ‘I give praise to you, Father, Lord of Heaven and earth, for although you have hidden these things from the wise and the learned, you have revealed them to the childlike.” Mathew Chapter 11: 25 (New American Bible)
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John was an African American man about 55 years of age. Due to his Schizophrenia it was difficult for him to express himself clearly. Each day he would have roses tucked in all of his pockets. They were many colors and he seemed to take pleasure in picking certain roses. Even thought they became wilted when he put them in his pocket, to him they were a priceless treasure. Each day John would come to me and say,” What color rose would you like today?” His face would show his eager anticipation of giving me this wonderful gift from his heart. Even though the flower would be wilted I always was go grateful that he would share his greatest treasure.

Unfortunately John passed away last year. I saw him the day before he died. Now it was my turn to give him a rose. I brought the brightest roses I could find. Even though he was in a coma I think somewhere is his subconscious mind he knew I was there. I told him I loved him and how much his roses meant to me. Then the most amazing thing happened. I sensed a bright light surrounding John and I felt peace and holiness.
John taught me to share my spiritual treasures and also give the best of myself to others – even if I feel like a wilted rose that day.

Prayer

When the night is dark

and the world seems to

be passing us by

There is a light which

can give us courage and hope

This light is filled with love

and comes from Jesus

We have this light within us

We can have joy, peace

understanding and forgiveness

He is waiting for us

Come to the wonderful

light of Jesus!

Let this Holy light

shine for all the see!

3. “The Lord raises up the needy from the dust, lifts the poor from the ash heap.” Psalm 113:7, (New American Bible)

I was working with adults who had profound disabilities. They weren’t able to feed themselves, walk, talk, or have the basic skills we take for granted. I provided assistance with feeding, changing diapers, activities, and going into the community. One of the people I assisted was Jean. Each morning when I saw Jean she would welcome me with a smile and her legs would move as if she was very excited, and then she would start laughing. There was never a day that she failed to welcome me with this greeting.

One day my supervisor called me in the office to tell me she had to let me go because of the budget. Of course I felt many emotions, including shock. I went out of the office feeling down and Jean was in the room. She looked at me as though she understood. Then with her usual smile she started laughing.

In spite of myself I couldn’t help but laugh with her. I looked at Jean clearly for the first time and became mindful of all the challenges she had yet every morning she seemed to be thankful and joyful for another day. I had lost a job, but I was still able to do many things she would never be capable of. She would always need someone to feed and change her diapers, yet she still smiled. Maybe physically she wasn’t able to talk, but spiritually she spoke volumes. I realized I have much to thank God for and to find at least one thing to smile and laugh at each day.

Prayer

How can I thank you?

Are their words?

Are their actions I can do?

I ponder many ideas and thoughts

on how to try and give you thanks

when really all you are wanting

is my heart. You don’t need a lot

of words or even a lot of planning

of how I can show my gratefulness

You just ask that I follow my heart



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Would love to write in magazines and publish a devotional with a traditional publisher. I have one book titled Finding the Light of Jesus which is published by CrossLink- a traditional published. I'v been published in thirteen peridicals and facilitate spiritual retreats and provide uplifting presentations to groups and churches. I am also currently writing for San Francisco Examiner in the spirituality section. You can read my articles at www.examiner.com/christian-living-in-sacramento/cindy-tuttle