What’s Makes a Leader?

“A leader does not impose a decision, [s]he moulds one.” Nelson Mandella

People say all kinds of things about leadership and are happy to tell me what they value most in a leader. My friend likes a leader with a good sense of humour, an easy-going nature and familiarity. Someone else likes efficiency, administrative strengths and reliability. I value strong character, courtesy, skill and humility. Whatever the personality of a leader, she won’t experience success of any kind unless people are willing to follow. What does make a good leader? Whatever your answer, it is guaranteed that others will disagree. That makes leadership challenging because to be a good follower there has to be a measure of trust. And the better the measure, the better the result.

visionI believe that good leaders must have the ability to provide vision. That is, they see where the organization needs to be moving and do what it takes to get it there. Not alone. No. But, ideally, together in community with like-minded people who share the enthusiasm and the conviction that drives the thing.

P1010049I read a moving article in the Globe and Mail a year or so ago that embedded its ethos into my core. Here is a quote, “A movement is an organized community of (com)passionate advocates who rally around an idea in the rising culture to change the world in some way.” S. Goodman

I have since asked myself as President of Women in Focus, “What is it that Canadian women feel strongly about? What is the idea that would unify us in changing something; some value, some issue of longing that we hold dear?” These are questions that unsettle me and have had me alert to every conversation, every encounter, every initiative to somehow better the lives of Canadian women in some significant way.

I am in the process of writing a proposal to our western Canadian board and eventually the national board in support of a movement I believe will bring justice and mercy to Canadian women. Marginalized women? Yes, but also ordinary, mid-income women, career women, the budding young women in the throws of adolescence and women who have seen 7 or 8 decades.P1010047

The issue of dignity is a wide topic and we all long for the reality of it in every single encounter. How can we move toward a greater experience of it in our personal and professional contexts? I’m not exactly sure, but it is a topic worthy of exploration. It is my heart’s desire that each and every women knows her worth in the eyes of the God who fashioned her with the utmost care and love. It is also my desire that she knows it so completely that she experiences true freedom in Christ, the compelling grace of God the Father and incomprehensible peace in the Spirit as a result. A powerful outworking of that paradigm shift is that it is highly contagious. Can you imagine the ripple effect?

Dignity for women in Canada has come a long way in 100 years but there is still an unacceptable lack of it in some pretty disturbing pockets of our society. That needs to change.

Perhaps that’s another quality I will add to my list of sound leadership; the ability to create authentic and much-needed change with gentleness and grace. Isn’t that just like Jesus?

“Change starts when someone sees the next step.” William Drayton

 

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Keats in Winter

Keats Camp  Oak tree view P1010044 Some people are just camp people. And some people are not. For those of us who love the outdoors and the social and often hilarious part of hanging out in community for a week, camp is especially special. The group eating experience where the food ranges from pretty fantastic to inedible brings campers together in a kind of shared pain/pleasure adventure. We sleep on uncomfortable foam mattresses in homemade bunks with others who snore, get up to pee 5 times a night, and leave their toothpaste on the floor with the lid off. We traipse about in wet and mud caked clothes,  particularly if we camp on the westcoast. Ropes CourseInevitably somebody needs medical attention at some point over the course of the week and then the homesickness sets in. The longing for my own bed, my own food, my own schedule makes camp that much better. And everything about camp gets absolutely better in the telling.

Cross in the WildMy husband and I worked at a camp for teens for an entire year. The setting was gorgeous. Remote. Accessible by boat and float plane only. The community? Challenging, as you can imagine. Our population dropped to 7 over the winter and soared to 500 in the summer. That kind of schizophrenic (in terms of numbers, I mean) community attracts some pretty interesting people. We wondered about our sanity on more than one occasion but it was a good learning experience and one I would not have missed.

Mission CottageAll this to say, that I have just returned home from a couple of days at beautiful Keats Camp visiting with friends who are serving as the new property managers.  It’s off-season, in case you were wondering and not even the cottagers were around so we were free to wander, drink tea and enjoy one another in wonderful winter leisure with all the comforts of home. The food was amazing, the beds oh so cozy and the company outstanding.

Thank you, Bob, Heather and Janine for your warm hospitality and refreshing hilarity. The memories we made are guaranteed to get even better in the telling!

For more on Keats Camp, visit their website:

Readhurst Girlshttp://www.keatscamps.com/

 

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Saying Goodbye

I’m not sure what’s happening in your circle of friends this winter but it seems there are more losses than usual in mine. Not that I have known many of them well, but enough to speak their children’s names in prayer and to rest assured that they are at peace and free of the process that eventually took them.

Most of the dear ones I refer to were people who knew and loved God, who did not fear being dead when it came to that, but who were uncertain about the process of dying. It’s perfectly natural to feel that way. Afterall, no one has undertaken the process beforehand and who knows how things are going to go. It seems to me that no matter how long the illness lingers there is still a sense of suddenness for the ones left behind, but that’s another topic altogether.

105_0238 A few years ago I lost my best friend to breast cancer. She died on January 28, 2004. The after-Christmas lull and grey weather remind me of her last days and the helpless feeling that I could do nothing to prevent her from slipping away. I could hardly imagine how I would ever say good-bye but during that January, seeing her suffer so helped me let go. It’s a strange process and there is still much I do not understand but my faith in God’s goodness has returned and it feels like the grieving process has been a long but healthy one.SharonSandi MacKenzie Beach Apr 04

I have no doubt that the losses we experience draw us closer to God if we let them. There is wisdom in the process and another reminder of our own mortality. And that’s a good thing because it seems that people die the way they live, for the most part. When I worked on the palliative care ward as a Hospice volunteer I was amazed at the consistency in that. People who struggled in life, struggled in death. The ones who led peaceful and gracious lives also died that way. Not that I want to dwell in the shadows of imminent death but it makes sense to take some time to consider how I want to live…and die, as much as it is up to me.

There are two quotes that inspire me.

“The heart of the wise is in the house of mourning.” Ecclesiastes 7:4

“Precious in the sight of the Lord is is the death of his saints.” Psalm 116:15

That’s us, by the way.

If you are experiencing loss, please accept my most sincere condolences. May you know the peace and comfort of God and community in your time of sadness.

 

 

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Stepping Out of the Boat

One of my favourite bible stories is the one where Jesus’ friends are out in the boat at night on the Lake of Galilee and they see what they think is a ghost walking on the walk toward them. Understandably, they are terrified.

Then, Jesus, identifying himself, invites Peter at Peter’s request, to join him. Yes, that’s right, join him on the unstable, turbulent, stormy, liquid water. So Peter, hops out of the boat and walks toward Jesus. Don’t you just love Peter? It’s like he’s thinking, “Well, if he can do it, I can do it!” As long as he keeps his eyes on Jesus, commentators tell us, Peter is the man and the impossible happens. And then, “when he looked down at the waves churning beneath his feet, he lost his nerve and started to sink.” (Matthew 14) Jesus immediately takes him by the hand and they climb into the boat, then Jesus says, “Faint-heart, what got into you?”

Does he mean, what got into you to get out of the boat in the first place, or what got into you to think to look down? Another translation, says, “what caused you to lose your nerve like that?” I take it to mean that getting out of the boat and doing what, in the logical and reasonable spheres of his mind made no sense was not the issue. The issue was fear of who he knew himself to be. Peter hadn’t walked on water before because he knew it was humanly impossible. It probably had never even entered his mind to try! He also had never met anyone like Jesus who frequently did things that were humanly impossible. Jesus was no ordinary man and so it makes sense that those who follow him are called to some pretty extraordinary things.

As for me, I’m with Peter. Reason governs my days and activities. There are times, though, when God calls me to step out of my boat and join him in doing the impossible. It’s a big sea of unknown depths and the waters are sure to be turbulent at times. I know who I am and wonder at being asked.  At least, that’s how it feels from inside the boat. I am especially grateful for the adventure but more, for the voice of Jesus who will, no doubt, say to me, “Courage, little one. Don’t be afraid. It’s me who holds your hand and has called you to this.” Fear will sink me. Faith in God makes the impossible possible, by his grace and power.

 

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Bohemia and Augustine

I’m pretty sure Augustine was never in Prague because I’m pretty sure it didn’t exist in the early 4th century but if it did and if he had, he would have loved it! At least, that’s what I surmise as I get to know both Augustine through his Confessions and the Czech Republic via its rich history and language. Located in the centre of Bohemia, the guide books portray Prague as a city of art, music and philosophy. All of which Augustine would have loved, perhaps to his detriment.

Much later Prague was home to John Huss, a 15th century reformer who found kinship with and inspiration from the Englishman turned ‘heretic’, John Wycliffe. Both men sought truth through the bible alone and what they found was quite different from the teaching of the institutional church at the time. John Huss was martyred in 1418 for his newfangled beliefs and the act set Bohemia on fire. The Hussites eventually joined the Lutherans but Huss is still remembered in Prague and through the Czech Republic as a courageous hero who fought for national freedom.

Freedom is never cheap. Neither is grace. After his conversion, Augustine lived his life in response to the costly gift of grace he received in his early thirties. His writings reveal an authentic search for happiness, which he found in the Truth of Jesus Christ. It’s taken me awhile to approach him through those writings. Some people are just plain intimidating. I thought he would be inaccessible with his penchant for rhetoric and philosophy and mine for homemade cookies, yarn and quilts. But he isn’t. Even to little me. He’s a really good guy, just trying to figure out life, just like the rest of us.

And just like me, I think he would like to visit Bohemia. Wouldn’t he make an inspiring travel companion? And wouldn’t it be oh, so cool if Mr. Huss and Mr. Augustine could connect somehow? I’d like to be in the room for that meet and greet!

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What are Dreams Made Of?

P1000254We all know what little girls and little boys are made of but what about dreams? I am a skeptic when it comes to interpreting dreams but I love to hear about them anyway.

This morning, my granddaughter woke up and said she dreamed about an excited monkey she sold for polka dot pockets. My husband woke up in a sweat after dreaming that he was in the security line up at the airport and had nothing in his suitcase but my computer bag. The other night I dreamed that I was on a sailboat in very shallow waters knowing I should be worried but enjoying the calm of the sea too much to let potential grounding bother me. What does all this mean? Who knows?

My grandmother had a dream that my mom was given a pair of pink booties from Elizabeth, Queen of England. When she found out Mom was expecting me she took it as a sign that I would be a girl and born around the delivery of the Queen’s own son. She was right. On the same day, in fact.

Grandma also dreamed that I would be Mom to one girl and two boys. Right again.

When dreams come true we wonder if there is any prophetic power behind them. Certainly in the Bible dreams were significant. Remember the Angel who came to Joseph in dreams instructing him to take Mary as his wife and not too long after, to flee to Egypt because King Herod intended to kill Jesus?

It’s hard to imagine that God actually visits people in dreams but we never really know do we?

What about you? Any interesting dreams lately?

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Tapestry

Some months ago I was asked to share a few thoughts on what ‘integral’ means to me. If you are feeling poetic and contemplative, read on. If not, you may want to skip this post. Earl Grey tea and shortbread will make comfy companions if you decide to stay.

Okay, ready?

Try to imagine the witness of your life as a tapestry. What are the various components, themes, activities? What images would your tapestry include? Where are the holes?

These questions were put to me by way of a little book called, Wordeed Primer, published by Canadian Baptist Ministries. In true form, I took the liberty of changing them somewhat so I could respond more personally and found myself hopping down an unexpected rabbit trail.

This quote in the same book helped too and since I am a Wendell Berry fan, I have included it.

“It may be that when we no longer know what to do, we have come to our real work and when we no longer know which way to go, we have begun our real journey. The mind that is not baffled is not employed. The impeded stream is the one that sings.” Real Work: Collected Poems, Wendell Berry 1992

Does being truly integrated as a person begin with my need to recognize my not-knowing? How does vulnerability here create room for beauty in the exchange? Does our collective incompleteness have a part in fulfilling the longing for a truly integrated self. What part, if any, does it play?

Not knowing is unsettling, Lord.

My child, revisit my thoughts in John’s gospel.

John 1:14

The Word became.

The Word became flesh.

The Word became flesh and dwelt among us.

My Son is the hue and tone between what you know,

On the backdrop of my creativity and imagination.

John 4

I am the Living Water.

The Word became flesh,

And threads into us cobalt blues of cleansing, brilliant yellows of rejuvenation and sea greens of quenchability.

John 6

I am the Bread of Life

The Word became flesh,

And stitches into us the warm oranges of nourishment and earthen tones of sustenance.

John 8

I am the Light of the world.

The Word became flesh,

And binds into us the golden glow of illumination.

John 8

Before Abraham was, I am.

The Word became flesh,

And weaves us into the iridescence of Himself.

John 10

I am the Good Shepherd.

The Word became flesh,

And knits into us the rich reds of receptivity, deep purples of knowledge and the spring greens of growth.

John 10

I am the Door for the sheep.

The Word became flesh,

And presses us into the umbers and charcoals of transition.

John 11

I am the Resurrection and the Life.

The Word became flesh,

And fasten us into eternity in royal blues of abundance.

John 15

I am the Way, the Truth and the Life.

The Word became flesh,

And draws us onto the singular, true path of pure white rebirth.

John 15

I am the true Vine.

The Word became flesh,

And crafts into us the solid greens of spirit-connection and the spectrum of fruitfulness.

John 17

I am glorified in them.

The Word became flesh,

And fashions holiness into our world, a tapestry of wholeness.

And Father, what of our part beyond reception?

My child, respond with healing hands.

Pay attention.

Stay near me.

“Seeing the work that is to be done, who can help wanting to be the one to do it? But one is afraid that there will be no rest until the work is finished. The love and the work of friends belong to the task and are its health. Rest and rejoicing belong to the task, and are its grace. Let tomorrow come tomorrow. Not by your will is the house carried through the night.” What are People For: Healing, Wendell Berry

As far as I understand, living an integrated life means living out my faith in Jesus Christ in every aspect of life and witness: the wounded parts of me, the secure and insecure parts of me, the healthy and whole parts of me, the faithful and unfaithful parts. Each one integral.

We are each a tapestry of God’s imagination, called to be at peace with not-knowing how or why and settled in this. “You’re blessed when you’re content with just who you are, no more, no less.” Matthew 5:5 Across the spectrum of colour and imagination, in Christ, we can be new people, doing life together and bringing health rather than heartache to a world in desperate need of integrity both in word and in deed.

“The Word became flesh and dwelt among us, and we have seen His glory, glory as of the only Son from the Father, full of grace and truth. For from His fullness we have received grace upon grace.” John 1:14-16

Father, by grace we live in your fullness. Amen

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In Quiet Anticipation

Family photo 2012For most of the people around me, family has been forefront these past couple of weeks as we have gathered for Christmas celebrations. P1000989

P1000984Today things made an invisible but palpable switch as the phone rang and emails poured in from colleagues and organizers, good friends, who are looking to 2013 with anticipation. I welcome the shift because I am also looking ahead.

In 5 short weeks, my husband and I will undertake an adventure like none we have done before. We are off to London, then Lebanon, then the Czech Republic with Canadian Baptist Ministries to meet with partners who are working to bring education, relief, development and spiritual friendship to those in need. P1000966

Within these next few weeks, I have a final exam for my History of Christianity course to write, a paper on Augustine’s Confessions to complete and submit, a set of board meetings to plan and preparations for the trip to make. I hope I can accomplish it all and sometimes when I lie awake at night I wonder how I will manage.

So, as you can see, I am also responsible for my contribution of phone calls and emails to friends as I look to what 2013 is bringing. But there is a peace about me as I go and I hope I can convey that to others. Anticipation doesn’t always carry with it anxiety. Quiet enthusiasm has a place in looking ahead and I hope that’s what I bring to 2013.P1000961

“I’ll pour a spirit of grace and prayer over them.” Zechariah 12:10

Make it so, dear God.

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On the Slopes

photo (18)Everytime I am away from home and return to the Island, the overwhelming feeling of groundedness and sense of place wells up from somewhere deep inside. I love living on an island. With the sea next door and the mountains in clear view and close enough to ski on, there is no other spot on earth that speaks to me of home like Vancouver Island.

It doesn’t happen very often anymore because of cost and the hassle of the early rising and 2 hour drive so it’s a real treat when it does. My son is here for a couple of days (and my lovely daughter-in-law enroute) and he’s an avid outdoorsman so we headed up to Mt. Washington for a ski day.photo (17)

Some of my first memories are of snow skiing in the Okanagan when I was 5 or 6 and I have since skied in some pretty fantastic places.The Alps included. While conditions here are often wet and the snow is either too hard or too sloppy, today the snow was soft with a firm base and the company was top notch.

Thanks, Brendan, for a great day on the slopes.photo (18)

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Coming Alongside

Given the recent news of late, it’s hard to imagine anything will be very ‘holly and jolly’ this Christmas for residents of Newtown, Connecticut. The effects of this tragedy touch us all and we try hard to make sense of something that makes no sense. Sometimes acquiring understanding helps us through heartbreak but sometimes there is nothing for it but to bear it and share it. And cry.

We like to look for heros in the rubble of tragedy but for me, that doesn’t help. It somehow diminishes the importance of the ordinary, precious ones who were caught off-guard, and literally did not have the extra seconds it takes to make any kind of heroic decisions. Their lives are still valuable and worthwhile and the loss of them is equally mourned.

I remember watching the memorial service post-9/11 at a famous church in Washington, DC where Billy Graham gave the eulogy. His words went something like this, “In view of my faith in Christ, I have never reached a satisying conclusion as to why bad things happen to good people.” I felt myself nodding in agreement. I remember thinking in response to my own faith in Christ, “I do know He is with us, He is still God and His grace is enough.” Therein lies the hope of the thing.

I join with the myriad of other pray-ers on our continent and implore God, our loving and merciful Father, for comfort, healing and peace during a time of unimaginable sorrow and grief for the loved ones of the victims of Sandy Hook Elementary.

“God comes alongside us when we are going through hard times, and before you know it, he brings us alongside someone else who is going through hard times so that we can be there for that person just as God was there for us.” II Corinthians 1:4

Bless those, also, who come alongside.

 

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