resourcing strength

Once a year, or so, I make a point of browsing at length in a section of the bookshop I don’t usually go to. Business, home, New Age, Self-help, science, biography — anything other than fiction, poetry, cookbooks, or religion really. And then I come home with whatever strikes me. Good or bad, it will open up new lines of thought. So this time, it was Edwin Friedman’s A Failure of Nerve.

Friedman has worked variously as an organizational consultant, a family therapist, a White House adviser and a Jewish rabbi, and the book is a mix of all these things. The main thrust of the argument is that when we are driven by anxiety, we tend to make choices that are maladaptive — choices that move us towards regression instead of growth, and that leave us ‘stuck’ instead of freeing us from the problems that threaten to engulf us.

In a society driven by anxiety, therefore, the only hope is for ‘leaders’ (by which he means everyone ‘from parents to presidents’) to gain enough emotional distance from the dominant patterns around them that they can model a different way of being.

So far so obvious.

But he makes one observation that has stayed with me all week. He says that too often, in maladaptive patterns, we herd around weakness. That is, in a poorly functioning group (family, church, community, nation) our group processes adapt to that of the most immature members and we organize around dysfunction.

That seems counter intuitive at first. But it doesn’t take long to think of all the classrooms that fail because of one unruly pupil, all the families that crash because everyone is trying to dance around the most difficult member, all the visions that die because one or two people refuse to engage with change.

Friedman argues that instead of organizing around dysfunction, we should be resourcing strength: throwing all our support behind the strongest members of the group, giving our time, money and energy to those best able to self-differentiate and maintain emotional distance, because it is only when the natural ‘leaders’ are free to lead that the group gets ‘unstuck’ and can begin to grow.

So, I have been wondering: what would it mean to resource strength? Would it mean, in one’s own life, putting more time into the things one does well, and not worrying so much about the rest? Would it mean, in the church, focusing on the points of growth, the points of potential — trusting that the trouble spots would sort themselves out if the climate changed?

It is a strangely liberating idea.

And for a natural pessimist like me (redemption doesn’t allow us to remain pessimists, but we all have an initial base line) — for a natural pessimist like me, the very exercise of naming the strengths and affirming the points of growth seems like a good idea.

So, that’s the game for this week: what strengths should we be resourcing — in ourselves, in our communities, in our churches?

For those who can be bothered, there’s another bit of the argument and a quotation that made me laugh below…
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mrs frankweiler

After a crazy week, Molly and I spent Sunday evening reading From the Mixed-up Files of Mrs Basil E Frankweiler. I had last read it in — oh, say, 1982?

If you don’t know it (which is an excusable state of affairs only for British readers), it is the story of two young children who run away to (‘run away to? how can you run away to?’) the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York. They sleep in fancy beds, bathe in fountains and befriend a Michelangelo statue without ever getting caught.

There’s a lovely bit I’d forgotten near the end, when the elderly Mrs Frankweiler is assessing the mood of young Claudia just before sending her home:

I could tell that she felt happy. Happiness is excitement that has found a settling down place, but there is always a little corner that keeps flapping around.

Not an elegant sentence, perhaps; but an elegant image nonetheless.

goodnight

Time for an old friend, I think. The Doctor Seuss Sleep Book. Goodnight…

The news just came in
From the County of Keck
That a very small bug
By the name of Van Vleck
Is yawning so wide
You can look down his neck.

This may not seem
Very important, I know.
But it is. So I’m bothering
Telling you so.

A yawn is quite catching, you see. Like a cough,
It just takes one yawn to start other yawns off.
NOW the news has come in that some friends of Van Vleck’s
Are yawning so wide you can look down their necks.

At this moment, right now,
Under seven more noses,
Great yawns are in blossom,
They’re blooming like roses.

The yawn of that one little bug is still spreading!
According to latest reports, it is heading
Across the wide fields, through the sleepy night air,
Across the whole country toward every-which-where.
And people are gradually starting to say,
‘I feel rather drowsy, I’ve had quite a day.’

(and if you don’t know the rest, do find a child to pretend to buy it for. It is wonderful, and you need to see the pictures.)

erised?

So today we have learnt that Dumbledore is gay.

Peter Tatchall rejoices: ‘It’s good that children’s literature includes the reality of gay people, since we exist in every society.’

But now, I find myself in a dilemma.

I would have no issue with Dumbledore being gay.
I can even see the line of thought that says that his evil rival was his true love.
But given the several thousand pages Rowling had to play out her cards, is she really allowed to be so explicit now?

Surely we may suspect that Dumbledore is gay, we may be right in our supposing, but we cannot say that he is given his utter silence on the matter for so many centuries (of pages, you understand).

Now, as for whether he is really Piskie…