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Delegation vs. Micro-managing

All of us have heard about the seven wonders of the world. It includes the ancient, medieval and the modern architectural great works as separate lists. The works range from the Great Pyramids of Giza to the Great Wall of China, the Roman Colosseum, the Taj Mahal Of India, the Stonehenge and the Ely Cathedral of England to name a few. Coming to the modern world, the 20th century saw the Channel Tunnel, the Panama Canal, the Golden Gate Bridge among many others. All these works were not built in a day but required an immense amount of time, team work and skills, not by one lone person but by groups of people.

All said, the balance between “many hands make lighter work” and “too many cooks spoil the broth” has to be struck in time. The following anecdotal story is often used in various management training sessions.

There was an important job to be done and Everybody was sure that Somebody would do it. Anybody could have done it but Nobody did it. Somebody got angry about that, because it was Everybody’s job. Everybody thought Anybody could do it but Nobody realized that Everybody wouldn’t do it.It ended up that Everybody blamed Somebody when Nobody did what Anybody could have done.

Delegation of work is a fine art, which results in the final masterpiece. It is not humanly feasible to complete a big project or a responsibility by micro-managing every small item or by being the lone wolf. To achieve completion, would require the person who is in charge to delegate selected tasks to people. Yet the beauty of the completed project lies in the decisions to delegate what to whom and when. It also requires the in-charge to match the amount of work with the right degree of authority and responsibility. The entire accountability can’t be delegated but only some of the huge task.

Delegation doesn’t include just handing over. It encompasses communication of the rationale and benefits of the work, context for the project, setting down defined or expected standards, clarification of required results, granting of required authority, getting the necessary commitment, regular followups and above all to provide support for crossing over the hurdles.

Even the Scriptures is filled with detailed descriptions of delegation of work. For instance, Moses was laboring from dawn till late night attempting to resolve the conflicts among the Israelites (who were led out of Eygpt after 400 years of slavery) in the Sinai desert. Jethro, his father-in-law who was a priest of Midian saw the immense workload for Moses was not sustainable and he would head for trouble. He pulled Moses aside and celebrated what God had done through him, then gave him some wise invaluable counsel regarding the concept of delegation (Exodus 18:1-23). In I Kings, we read that Solomon had mastered the fine art of managing through men and the Kingdom was enlarged. Even our Lord Saviour was willing to delegate; as seen in Luke 10:1-23 for after the Lord had given detailed instruction, He sent seventy itinerant preachers who though were inexperienced and far less capable than their Teacher, they were blessed by God.

Delegation is an ongoing process and has the ability to reap far many dividends. As rightly said by H.E.Luccock, “No one can whistle a symphony. It takes a whole orchestra to play it.”

 

Posted in Christian, Reflections, Stories Around the World

Pleasant to Heal

This is a story that I had come across on my social network pages and it’s too good to not share. It echoes the words running through the book of Proverbs.  “Pleasant words – a honeycomb, sweet to the soul and healing to the bones” (Proverbs 16:24) 

Sister Faina Ranevskaya, Isabella, lived in Paris. Due to a number of circumstances she moved to the Soviet Union. On the very first day of the visit, despite the summer heat, Isabella pulled on the cotton-stockings, wore a silk coat, gloves, a hat, sprinkled herself with Chanel, and told her sister: 
– Fainochka, – I go to a butcher’s shop, buy bon-fillet and I’ll cook dinner. 
– Do not! Ranevskaya exclaimed in horror. There was a flourishing deficit and eternal lines in the country. She understood how this would affect the unprepared resident of Paris. 
– Do not! – I’ll buy it myself! 
“Fainochka, you must be able to choose a bon-fillet, and I can do it,” Isabel said proudly, and headed for the front door. Ranevskaya, like a Panfilov tanker, rushed to cross it. 
– I will go with you! 
– One pound of meat to choose together – this is nonsense! – Sister said and left the apartment. Ranevskaya made her last attempt to save her sister from the shock of Soviet reality: 
– But you do not know where our stores are! 
She turned and with a condescending smile reproached: 
– Do you think I can not find a butcher’s shop? 
And hid in the elevator.
Ranevskaya collapsed into a chair, imagining the consequences of the first meeting of a foreign sister with developed Soviet socialism. 
But they say that God helps the holy fools and blissful: just a block later, Isabella Georgievna stumbled upon a small shop, a sign over which she promised “Meat products.” 
She looked inside: the queue was crowded and buzzed, the sweaty butcher threw the cartilages and veins that he had cut off on the scales, calling them meat, and in the cashbox a fat cashier with a tower of dyed hair on his head, like a dog from a booth, periodically barked customers. 
Barreling, sideways, Isabella made her way to the counter and turned to the seller: 
– Good afternoon, monsieur! How are you feeling?
Buyers realized that this circus, and, free, and, as in the freeze-frame, all froze and died down. Even the sweaty butcher did not bring the next portion of “meat products” to the scales. And the former Parisian continued: 
– How do you sleep, monsieur? … If you are suffering from insomnia, try before going to bed take two tablespoons of wine ….. And how are your children, monsieur? You do not punish them? .. 
You can not punish children – you can lose a spiritual connection with them. Do you agree with me, monsieur? 
“Yes,” the bewildered butcher finally exclaimed and nodded in confirmation. 
“I did not doubt it.” You look like my teacher of literature: you have an intellect on your face. 
Not really realizing what exactly is appearing on his face, the butcher wiped sweat from his face just in case.
“Monsieur,” went to Isabella Georgievna, “I need a half pound of bon-fillet.” I hope you have. 
“Yes,” the butcher nodded and ducked into the pantry. He was gone for a long time, obviously, he caught a calf, caught it, stabbed it and cooked a bo-fillet. I returned with a portion of meat that had been weighed and wrapped in paper. 
“Thank you,” Isabel said. And she added: 
“I’ll come to you on Tuesdays and Fridays, at four o’clock in the afternoon.” It suits you? 
“Yes,” the butcher nodded for the third time. 
Paying at the checkout, Isabella Geogievna pleased the fat cashier, pointing at her bleached hair peroxide, twisted on her head in a heavy tower:
“You have a very fashionable hair color, madam, in Paris, all the women are also painted in blondes.” But you’d better dismiss your hair so that curls lay on your shoulders: loose hair, madam, will decorate your affable face. 
The flopped cashier stuck two index fingers into her cheeks and began to stretch them forcefully, trying to smile. 
When, having returned home, Isabella unfolded the packet, Faina Georgievna gasped: she had not seen such fresh meat for a long time, apparently the butcher cut him off from his personal stocks. 
– Bon-fillet must be able to choose! Isabel said proudly.
Since then every Tuesday and every Friday she visited “Meat products”. These days, exactly at four o’clock, the butcher let go of the cashier, closed the store, hung on the door sign “Recount”, put a large antique chair next to the counter, bought in an antique store, seated in him his dear guest, and she told him for hours about him Parisian life, the Louvre, the Eiffel Tower, the Champs Elysees … 
And he, leaning his head on the palm of his hand, listened to everything, listened, listened … And on his face suddenly appeared an unexpected, naive, childish smile … 

– Jacob Alexandrovich Segel  

P. S. The world around us does not change with violence and foul language. It changes with a kind word and respectful attitude to man.   (#biblicalrevelations# bibleyskieotkroveniya #biblicalnotes # bibleyskiezametki)

The way of life according to His Word is to pass on the fruits of the Spirit, not through words alone but through our very actions and deeds. In fact, the way we live describes our faith the best. As St.Paul had addressed in his letter to the Corinthians, “Finding the Way Home [God] comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves receive from God.”( 2 Corinthians 1:4)

 

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Donut-art

It’s morning and facing a severe sugar low; I’m looking for an excuse to eat cake for breakfast. Well, I guess it’s time to have donuts or doughnuts, as the British call it. There’s nothing better to start off the morning commute, the office meetings or even the early evening get-togethers with a bunch of donuts with or without the caffeine and other add-on brews.

Interestingly, although Hanson Gregory claims to have invented the ring donuts aboard a lime-trading ship as he found the raw center of the greasy doughnuts were unpalatable; the earliest origins of the modern donuts are generally traced back to the olykoek (“oil(y) cake”) of the Dutch settlers who brought them to New Amsterdam (i.e.the early New York). However, the donut holes, the filled donuts as well as “the fritter” and “the Dutchie” came later.

As Haruki Murakami said in his “A wild Sheep Chase”, “Whether you take the doughnut hole as a blank space or as an entity unto itself is a purely metaphysical question and does not affect the taste of the doughnut one bit.”

So as I enjoy my morning cup of Joe and donuts, below are a couple of snaps that soundly make “donut-art”!!