Team Change

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I see now that one person cannot change the world alone. It may look like someone single-handedly saved the day, but they had help. Something as vast as world change only happens when we team together. Though one person may be the leader or stand in the spotlight, it took a whole group of people to get him or her there.

No one can be an expert on everything. That’s why a team with the right mix of components and expertise can be so groundbreaking. One person shouldn’t be expected to know it all. That’s why you chose your teams wisely. You get the computer guru on your team so you don’t have to try to figure out how to code. This is obvious with any company or organization out there, so why do we overlook it concerning the world?

Pride. We think we can swoop in like Batman to save the day. But unlike Batman, we aren’t capable of handling a full-on assault, while saving bystanders from collapsing buildings, while holding a conversation with the archenemy, while clutching a baby in one hand. Superheroes make great stories, but they truly are a work of fiction. I still aspire to change the world, but I’ll easily admit that I need some help in doing so. I’m special, but not that special.

Too much multi-tasking wears us down and burns us out. We are actually less productive when we have too many tasks going on at once. Humans were not meant to do everything all at once. We are better off specializing in a few things instead of a couple dozen.

I have been guilty of multi-tasking with housework and errands during my lunch hour. I’ve accomplished long lists, which gives me a temporary moment of pride, but it also leaves me more worn out when I come back to work. That’s really not the point of a lunch break. We need rest and we need to treat ourselves to a break so we can come back to work rejuvenated and refreshed. A frazzled person is much less likely to work efficiently or to incite great change. They need someone to share the load so they can do what they are best at.

I think it’s time we all stop thinking of ourselves as so damn special that the world can’t go on without us. As it has with everyone who has gone before us, the world will always move on. When Albert Einstein died, we didn’t stop analyzing and trying to understand the world. He just started a new way of thinking.

It doesn’t matter who you are. The point is to do what we can to leave the world in a better state than it was when we first arrived. Then, we have to trust that someone will pick up where we left off and carry the load when we’re gone. THAT is how you change the world.

It’s not as glorifying as being the most important person in the world, but it’ll do.


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Unshaken Love

There are some types of love that you just don’t mess with.

When I was ready to date during college (at a small Christian university), I was met with disappointment. Every boy I was interested in seemed only to be looking for a wife. I just wanted to date. I discovered that I am not preacher’s wife material, as they made obvious when I showed any sign of interest in them.

At the time, I was hurt by this. They were telling me that I wasn’t good enough for them. I thought we were on the same playing field. Instead, I was on the bench feeling lonely and left out.

I was always magnetized to the guy who was already magnetized to his future preacher’s wife. And she was nothing like me.

In one instance, I had a crush on this genuinely good guy. One day in the cafeteria, I was sitting with a group that included him and his girlfriend. I watched the way they interacted and how they looked at each other. I could feel the electricity between them. It was not shallow, lustful electricity, but something true and strong (albeit subtle).

Later, I told my roommate that I knew they were going to get married. She said, “You don’t know that.” But I insisted that I did and that if she would just wait, she would see that I was right.

They are married today. *Insert smug grin.*

Anyway, my point of that story is that I saw and felt their love. This was the type of love that you don’t mess with. Even if you tried, you couldn’t easily break their bond. He had chosen his lady and even then, I knew she was the right one for him. I stepped down and distanced myself from my feelings until they withered away. My feelings for him were so shallow in comparison to hers.

It was a foreshadow. Just like an author drops hints to what is coming, God was nudging me. At the time, it didn’t feel like a nudge. It really felt like a kick in the gut.

Yet another foreshadow was when two friends of mine married. I watched them grow from friends to newlyweds. At the start of their relationship, they loudly denied that they were dating before finally and slowly reaching a point where they could deny no more.

I had never shed a tear at a wedding until theirs. In fact, I always thought it was ridiculous when I heard sniffles from other wedding guests. But when the bride came into the church, I was overcome with emotion. Truly, this was a match made by God. I knew it because I had seen it grow. They were made for each other. Their relationship planted a seed of hope in me that I’ve only just begun to recognize.

My husband and I started as friends, but it was not until we were alone together that we saw the potential that hadn’t come to the surface before. More than common interests, we have similar worldviews.

It was uncanny how his comments would echo my exact thoughts. It was like realizing you’re lost at the same time someone finds you. I didn’t know how much I longed to be understood like that. Perhaps this is what my friends above went through before they tied the knot. Perhaps they had shown me the possibility.

As our relationship grew into something more, we reached a point where we could no longer deny it either. We were in love. By accident really. And so here we are today: married and grateful to have found each other.

All along, those stings of love and the relationships around me were not God’s cruel trick on an aching heart. They were hints of what was to come. I just misread His intentions.

I wonder how often I do that with other elements of my life. When I spit complaints and anger at God, He could be in the process of doing something to make my future life that much better. How dare I think otherwise.

“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.”
Jeremiah 29:11 (NIV)