[leaders’ bootcamp: blindfolded]

[leaders’ bootcamp: blindfolded]

I shared this bit in the comments over at Michael Perkins’ “Blindfold Me Lord” blog post, but thought that I might expand on that experience. Check out Michael’s post, it sure is thought-provoking.

Every day at the Leaders’ Boot Camp we had the team-building games. It was fun to observe the schematics of it because one game failed to unite us, another game united us against the coaches, and the third game finally united everyone. But that’s not the point of the post.

The first game was with the helium stick. Some may be familiar with it, for others – here’s a good description of the exercise. It is a deceptively simple but powerful exercise for learning how to work together and communicate in small to medium sized groups. The stick does not contain helium. The secret is that the collective upwards pressure created by everyone’s fingers tends to be greater than the weight of the stick.  As a result, the more a group tries, the more the stick tends to ‘float’ upwards.

There were 32 of us and one 6-feet long stick. Even at the first glance we realized that we would need to do something about it – we could not all stand in one line. We could not even stand in two lines! We realized that we would have to stand in four lines, the shorter people near the stick and those who were taller would be behind the shorter people.

As the discussion progressed and the heated arguments as to what needs to be done arose, somehow we managed to break a rule that our coaches set. As a punishment for the team, three team members were to be blindfolded. I was one of the volunteers, as well as two guys. Our eyes were tied and I “looked” around for my twin-not-related-sister… “Masha?”

I heard her coming and felt her take my hand. I followed her to where we were standing and observed with my ears. Besides being an observer for most of the time, I also don’t mind submitting to someone who knows more than I do. I listened to my pastor’s voice who was standing about 2 feet away from me. I listened to the arguments around me, felt Masha’s hands guiding mine to the stick, felt the people who stood next to me…

Later during the discussion time, I once again listened to what people had to say. Some were claiming that we did win the game, some said we never even got close to winning. When it was my turn to share what I have learned, I simply said “It felt good to have someone I trusted guiding me because I could not see anything.”

And like I said over at Mike’s blog, I wish we weren’t so stubborn as to struggle against the blindfolds God puts on our eyes sometimes to teach us how to trust Him.

Been blindfolded lately?

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