Showing posts with label conversion. Show all posts
Showing posts with label conversion. Show all posts

Sunday, September 26, 2010

Spiritual Sunday #4: Conversion II

For more Spiritual Sunday posts, I recommend that you wander over to the website of Charlotte and Ginger, who host the Spiritual Sunday meme.

Because I do not blog on Sundays -- keeping it as the sabbath -- I use older posts (forgotten perhaps but hopefully still good enough) from one or another of my blogs that seem appropriate for this meme. Yes, I know I could post on Saturday instead, but typically I can pulled in too many other directions to post on Saturdays, or I have a post that has been written in advance and posts automatically on that day. In any event, it seems to work to bring out the older, but undated, posts that many have not read before.

Last week, I chose Conversion Journey (click on the post title to read it), which was one of my first posts on Blest Atheist, the forerunner of 100th Lamb and an outgrowth of my book, Blest Atheist. The abbreviated conversion story is available on one of my other blogs, Clan of Mahlou, and it seems fitting to link it in this week as a follow-up to last week although it is a bit long and was posted in three installments. A number of readers of both blogs, as well as those who have read my book, know the story, but for those who have not, here it is: My Conversion Story.

Sunday, September 19, 2010

Spiritual Sunday #3: Conversion

For more Spiritual Sunday posts, I recommend that you wander over to the website of Charlotte and Ginger, who host the Spiritual Sunday meme.

Because I do not blog on Sundays -- keeping it as the sabbath -- I use older posts (forgotten perhaps but hopefully still good enough) from one or another of my blogs that seem appropriate for this meme. For this week, I chose Conversion Journey (click on the post title to read it), which was one of my first posts on Blest Atheist, the forerunner of 100th Lamb and an outgrowth of my book, Blest Atheist.

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

The Conversion Difference

We have a saying around our organization in offices running from coast to coast and around the world. One hears it periodically. Just last week my boss used it at a meeting of senior leadership. The saying refers to long-term problem employees and goes like this: s/he does not have 15 (10, 20, etc.) years of experience but rather one year 15 (10, 20, etc.) times.

It is my saying, and I am always a bit startled when I hear it. It has incredible staying power. Worse, everyone attributes it to me. Sigh! Even the newer generation of managers use it, and when they meet me, they say, "Oh, we know you; you are the one who said...."

That happened more than 20 (!) years ago, on my first stint of duty at our organization. I left somewhat after that for 13 years of international consulting and returned less than five years ago. At the time, those twenty years earlier, I had been experiencing difficulty convincing an elderly and not very talented or effective employee to introduce changes to the way she did her job. I pushed and pushed. Finally, exasperated, she snapped at me, "Who are YOU to tell ME how to do my job? I have 23 years of experience!"

With my barely ten years of management experience, only two of it in our organization, I must have appeared to be a smart-aleck young whippersnapper to whom she had no intention of listening. It was that negative comparison, I guess, that made me do it. The need to be in control, the need to feel competent and important, and all those things that young managers want to feel impelled me forward with no regard for anything except my goal, my control, my projects, my reputation, and the changes I wanted. And so, without thinking, I shot back what I thought was a cute comeback, "No, dear, you have one year of experience 23 times."

I realized that I had overstepped my bounds, making a cruel joke at her expense, when her eyes welled with tears. She quickly left my office to hide them. The next day she presented me with her retirement papers. Although I had a small stab of guilt at the time, I also felt incredible relief: lady retires, problem disappears.

Everyone congratulated me on "eliminating" a troublesome employee. Most people considered my cute little comeback to be rather clever, and soon both employees, who had heard it from the lady, and other managers, who heard it from each other, were heard repeating it in the hallways and at meetings. My reputation increased, and I became the darling of some management sets.

I was shocked to find out how persistent that saying had become when I returned. In fact, several new employees, not here when I first came back, asked me if it were true that I was the source of this saying. Yes, I told them, it was, unfortunately, true. Then, at one of my first leadership development sessions with my managers, one of them asked me the same question, and I answered in the same way, "Yes, unfortunately, it is true."

"Why do you say 'unfortunately'?" he asked. "It is insightful and clever and really quite funny..."

He wanted to go on praising me for this "great" expression which all managers seem to have adopted. I stopped him. "It is cruel," I answered. "We can manage more effectively with kindness than with cruelty."

So what had happened in the intervening years? God had intervened. While I was still me in terms of knowledge, skills, and abilities, my heart had changed; my thinking had changed; my very soul had changed. Post-conversion, doing things right became meaningless; doing the right thing became meaningful. Taking care of business became less meaningful; taking care of God's people became more meaningful -- and in every one of my employees I could see the seed of God. I began to seek the approval of my supervisors far less and the approval of God far more until all that mattered was the approval and will of God.

As a result, I introduced the concept of servant leadership. I retired the "I" and "my" of earlier years and began working for my employees, listening to them, asking their opinions, providing support, working together for one goal, none of us more important than the other. The senior and junior managers followed suit. Pretty soon we had developed an upside-down organization where kindness trumps cruelty and problems are solved with prayer. Pretty soon I did not have to worry about whether someone had only one year of experience multiple times because everyone was willing to work together and to help each other; teamwork has multiplied everyone's years of experience by tenfold.

Now, instead of being afraid of me, employees come charging through my open door, asking for advice or help or a hug. Instead of tears in their eyes, I see smiles on their faces. Now, every morning I ask God to let His love leak out through me and splash out onto those with whom I come into contact. Now, my employees constantly try to protect me; they like being splashed with love and want to make sure that I stay around to keep it coming.

So, when my boss used that old expression the other day, a shock ran through me. It was like having a mirror held up to my then-soul, and I did not like what I saw. Fortunately, with conversion, we get not only a new soul but also a new mirror.

Monday, September 21, 2009

Monday Morning Meditation #9: Give Me Proof!

I may well be the slowest Bible reader in the world. Another week, another chapter. So many thoughts and images come to mind that I do not want to speed through anything. In chapter 4 of Exodus, which is where I have been living this week, there is much to think about. This is the story of Moses's encounter with God and God's request of him to go to the Pharaoh of Egypt and demand that the people of Israel be released. Quite a tasking, and Moses is a bit overwhelmed by it, as I assume anyone would be!

Reading: Exodus 4

Meditation: Reading this passage, I could not but notice Moses's concern that he had no proof that he had spoken with God. He feared that no one would believe him. Let's face it, if someone today were to relate a similar experience, there would be immense skepticism. No wonder those who have had an extraordinary spiritual experience become a little reluctant over time to relate it. (I have met people who have been favored in this way, but the skepticism with which they meet numbs their tongue, much in the way Moses's tongue was numbed such that Aaron had to speak for him.)

I, too, find myself cautious at moments about the experience I had in being overwhelmed by God's presence, but with God's support, I plunge into the story anyway. Some people believe me; some don't. It truly does not matter since I don't have to lead anyone across the Red Sea. I know what happened. God knows what happened. I share, and the rest is up to the listener/reader -- and God.

I find it interesting that people are more willing to suspend their disbelief (to use Aristotle's terminology) when it comes to all kinds of far-fetched tales related to psychic events, horror stories, fairy tales, and faulty journalism, but if the story is about God, they want proof. This statement is, of course, the pot calling the kettle black since I did test God (unfairly and with far greater temerity than I would now have) when I demanded that if He existed I wanted to feel His presence. (Whew! I have learned over time that His presence can be so overwhelming that it pins me to the spot, but you know, naivete will take you in directions that even angels fear to tread.) And then of course there were the two miracles I asked for as "proof." It only took one to chase me into church; however, God in his great kindness granted both, much as He gave Moses signs to give to the Pharaoh, has given me many miracles since, and has led me to see ones that He had blessed me with earlier but to which I had been blind. I no longer ask for proof, and I am embarrassed that I ever did -- but I guess God has run into that attitude more often not.

And that is far as I can go with you on this Monday morning. I must retire to prayer to ask God to increase the depth of my "willing suspension of disbelief," to express my regret for the times in the past that I demanded proof and, before then, when I failed to see even when I had proof right in front of my eyes, to give thanks for His great kindnesses to me in spite of not deserving them, and to offer praise for the depth of His patience and love even in the face of my disbelief and the disbelief of so many who have ultimately followed and obeyed Him.

After that, I will spend some time in contemplation, hoping and trusting that this great God will continue to infuse me with that which is difficult to believe -- and I will try to become better at believing.

I will now leave you to your prayer and contemplation.

If you pick this up as a weekly devotional activity, please share with me and others your own thoughts about the message of Exodus 4 or any other scripture that you choose for meditation. Feel free to export the image of the mission church; maybe some time in the near future my Internet-inept self will be able to figure out how to use the Mr. Linky buttons. In the interim, you are welcome to use the image and share the meme of Monday Morning Meditation for starting out the work week closer to God.

Have a good day and a blessed week, filled with all good things -- and may God increase your trust so that you do not need proof anymore (if indeed you ever did).

Thursday, May 14, 2009

Conversion Journey

For many years, my youngest son, who is severely retarded but full of faith, hoped and prayed that his parents would give up their atheism and adopt his belief in a personal God. When God reached out to me about three years ago, that happened. I was shocked by the contact, but I could not deny what all my senses were telling me -- and not only me but also a friend who was with me. (The full story is in the book, Blest Atheist, and is the purpose and message of the book.)

The book ends with the start of the journey. Conversion is not a one-time happening, but, as I have since discovered, a long journey with some interesting twists and turns. I love reading Jennifer Fulwiler's Conversion Diary website (www.conversiondiary.com). She began the journey about two years before I did, and her experiences frequently parallel and occasionally foreshadow mine. I wonder how she is managing this experience with her family, and I look forward to the book she is writing about herself.

With my family, I worked hard to raise atheists. I sent my children to a parochial school because the education was better but insisted that they not be required to go to the chapel and that they be exempted from catechism of any sort. (How ironic! I am now a catechist!) Nonetheless, two of my children--the retarded youngest son and the daughter with spina bifida--both became strong believers. They were apparently experiencing the presence of God all those years that I was trying to dissuade them from believing what they were experiencing. My son, who is pretty much incapable of deception, given an IQ of 52, has all his life talked about talking to God and, more important, listening to God.

It should not have been surprising then that he was so concerned that his parents meet this very special entity in his life. I was quite amused (his father less so), when he said grace one morning after I had had my conversion experience: "Thank you, God, for bringing Mommy to church, but You forgot about Daddy!" Out of the mouths of babes!

I think God has not forgotten about his father, however, for his atheism has slowly turned to agnosticism and from agnosticism to curiosity. Perhaps the next step will come sooner rather than later.

I would be very interested in hearing from believers who are married to non-believers. How are you handling your relationship, given this significant difference?

Saturday, January 3, 2009

Invitation to Share Blessings

I invite all those who have read my book, Blest Atheist, and those who have not, to share the wondrous blessings that God gives to us on a daily basis. So many miracles go unreported, even unnoticed, and God's love, so available to everyone on this planet, is too often either taken for granted and even more rarely returned.

To understand the miracles in my life took many years -- and it is likely that many people will not believe them because they were so extraordinary. And that is okay. God knows about them; God created them. And that is really all that matters.

This blog is for those who, like me, have been the recipients or the centers of miracles, who have experienced the presence of God directly in their lives, and who may not have others with whom they can discuss what they have seen, experienced, and felt.

This blog is open to believers from all religions and their denominations. I imagine that people care far more about how a religion is formularized than does God. All God wants, from what I have encountered, is a relationship with each of us -- and, of course, for all of us to really care about each another and help one another.

I look forward to hearing from each and every one of you who wants to join this blog, and I hope that the interactions among everyone will take on a life of their own.

Elizabeth Mahlou