Monday
Feb232004

The Personality Test That Changed My Life



I was 27 years old, living in Illinois and working in my first full time ministry position. After four years of college and three years of seminary, I had been recently married and took the job of "church planter apprentice" through the Home Mission Board of the Southern Baptist Convention. The task was to try to start a new church. The method was meeting people, knocking on doors, trying to begin a Bible study and eventually growing it into a congregation.



There were several reasons why I was not best suited for such a job. Number one, I did not drive and depended on Barbara or other folks to get me to places. Number two, I did not believe the basic position of my denomination. I was led to believe there were places needing churches, places people had no opportunity to attend church. The reality, however, was nearly a church on every corner in Rock Island, IL. True, there were no "Southern Baptist" churches, but there were nearly every other kind available. Therefore, my mission lacked cause. I was not supplying a need the people of Rock Island lacked, I was part of a grand scheme to grow a denomination. Nothing wrong with that, but let's be honest about it.



I tried. I knocked on doors and talked to people, some people. Many folks were understandably suspicious and hesitant to talk to me. I wouldn't have talked to me. They would usually ask, "why are you trying to start a new church? Aren't there plenty of churches here already?" I believed the answer to be yes, so it was tough. There were other difficulties. I had very little money to do anything, like renting a building or printing brochures. Other churches had nice facilities and gyms, which made it hard to compete.



I spent a lot of my two years there working with the "sponsor church" helping them with their small congregation.



Anyway, I was somewhat disillusioned. I felt called to be a minister, but was not getting to minister. The way did not open up for me to be a pastor and this two year mission job was all I could find. It was not fulfilling my need to serve God and people. I felt out of place and awkward. I began to question myself.



Then one day, I signed up for a training seminar. The presenter was going to explain a couple of "tests" which could be used in counseling for individuals or couples. One was called PREPARE/ENRICH. This was for premarital and marital counseling. The other test was more of a straight personality test called the "Myers - Briggs Type Indicator."



Part of the seminar involved the students taking the tests. So we answered the questions and scored our own tests, then the instructor began to explain the results. I was spellbound. I found it very interesting for several reasons. I was learning about myself and how other people tick. I was learning something I could use when working with people, but as the teacher got around to describing my personality type, my life was about to change.



I was able to see how failure is sometimes more about mismatching people and tasks than it is about a flawed person or task. I was in the wrong slot. My skills, ideas, and attitudes were not best suited for what I was there to do. On the other hand, I was excited about the seminar. I wanted more and eventually returned to seminary where I entered the doctoral program in counseling and psychology. The test helped me find my niche.



The Myers Briggs Type Indicator (MBTI) is based on the psychology of Carl Jung. There are 16 possible personality types. None are preferred over another they are simply different. Each has its own set of strengths and weaknesses. There are four continuums on which an individual is scored.



The first continuum is "introversion - extroversion." This involves how one draws energy from the world and how one relates to the world. Some prefer quiet contemplation to figure things out while others want a group discussion. Some prefer a library while others go to book stores. This involves more than relating to others, but how one prefers to work and think.



The second continuum is "sensing - intuition." The sensing side of the continuum represents the person who obtains information from what is seen and heard. The intuitive end of the scale represents the person who reads between the lines. The scale goes from detail to vague. Someone who is intuitive may have a brilliant idea that seems to come from nowhere, but they can also make some bad decisions because they miss details. The sensing folks may miss things because they only believe what they see. They may lack imagination.



Third, "thinking - feeling." The thinkers depend on logic to make decisions while the feelers look to their heart. The feelers frustrate the thinkers for being indecisive and the feelers feel rushed by uncaring slobs of whom they deem the thinkers. I am speaking in the extreme here.



The last continuum is "judging - perceptive." This refers to how one orders and organizes their life. The judging person likes organization, schedules, and plans. The perceptive person is a free spirit. They are often unorganized and do not adhere to time schedules. They are spontaneous and open.



Things get interesting when you apply this to relationships and work settings. What I learned was to be proactive. Instead of expecting people to understand me, I try to understand them. I know what I am and what I prefer, but if I know what someone else is and what they prefer, I can speak in a way they will understand, while not getting angry or put off. This is not a method of manipulating or tricking people, it is a way to focus communication and get a point across.



Feeling is not better than thinking - we need both. Introverts are not better than extroverts - we need both. The better we are at handling all of these things, however, the better rounded we are and the fewer blind spots we have.



I have changed since I first took this test at age 27. I am now more extroverted and more of a feeler. They were extreme then. I guess that means I am more rounded.



Try the test yourself. There are quite a few books out based on this test. It changed my life and I have found its information practical. It aids in self-understanding and understanding others.



What type are you?

What are your strengths and weaknesses?

What are your blind spots?

Who are the people you get along with?

Who are the people you do not get along with?

This test will help you know more about these questions.



ENTJ - "Field Marshall". The basic driving force and need is to lead. Tend to seek a position of responsibility and enjoys being an executive. 1.8% of total population.
Take Free Myers-Briggs Personality Test




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Until the next time

John Strain

Sunday
Feb222004

There Are No Pictures of The Bad Times In A Photo Album

Saturday night I watched a portion of "Monster's Ball." As I was waiting to see Halle Berry naked, The character Hank (Billy Bob Thornton) was talking to his father (Peter Boyle). As Hank's father revealed, thus far, unheard stories about Hank's mother, he said "No one takes pictures of the bad times and puts them in a photo album." That line stuck with me, even after I eventually saw Halle Berry naked. Those two really tore it up, but I digress.



In September 2001 I began making videos. I had a new Macintosh G4 and a Canon ZR25MC camcorder. I eventually purchased Final Cut Pro and since then I have completed quite a few projects. Most are compilations of photos and video for a particular family. I just completed a 2003 year in review video to document the times we had that year.



My friend Brian made the following comment after watching one of these videos. "I never knew I had so much fun. It looks like even more fun than I remember having at the time." We all laughed at the observation. Why do we do this? Is there a need to make things look better than they were or are? Is this revisionist history? Is there something wrong with making things seem better? Hank's dad said, "It is the bad times that connect one happy memory to the next." I am not sure I agree with this one. There are OK times. Times are good, bad, and OK.



Then I thought, "what would photo albums look like if we recorded the bad times?" Imagine a family reviewing the previous year's photos.



. . . Here is a close up of my face. You can just feel the pain, look at my eyes closed and my teeth clinched. The knee in the nads really hurt. (Parenthetical joke: I walked into a bar and asked the bartender for a high ball, so he knees me.)



. . . This is Bob with that bimbo he was cheating on me with. It's a little grainy because the detective was using a night vision lens.



. . . Doesn't grandma look natural? The coffin is so pretty. She would have loved that mahogany finish.



. . . Do you remember Mr. Gonzalez? He was Tommy's probation officer, a nice man.



I think you get the idea.



I do not think I will start logging such photos. My memory holds them just fine. Fortunately, the bad memories fade with time. The ones I want to remember vividly are the good times.



Just for fun, why don't you submit a "bad photo scenario" to add to the above list. I bet you can add some doozies.



Until the next "good" time

John Strain

Saturday
Feb212004

On Your Mark. . .

The marathon is 2 weeks from Sunday. Today is my last long run, 20 miles. What a difference a week makes. Last week was cold and rainy. Today the temp is in the mid 50's headed to the 70's. This run should be much more enjoyable. I am headed out. Back in 2 hours and 45 minutes.



I am working on a piece about "personality."



More later.

Friday
Feb202004

Friday
Feb202004

Whispers of Spring

AzaleaTake heart everyone, spring is on its way. The tulips are about to bloom here, soon the azaleas will explode in colors of pink, white, and purple. The buds are on the trees and with a few days of warm sun, they will open up, changing the horizon to a fresh color of green. I can feel it. Spring is at the door. Old man winter is slipping away and new life is on its way.



When I think about the seasons, my mind's eye recalls bulletin boards in grade school. February was always dominated by the color red for Valentine's Day. March, my birth month, was always green and had shamrocks and kites. In Kansas, the spring was marked with some breezy days. I remember the irregular clanging of the flag pole through the sound of gusting wind at my school. I think the most unmistakable sign of spring was the emergence of dandelions. My parents cursed them, but I love the color yellow. To me a yard full of the yellow beauties was pretty.



Things I associate with spring are: new life, cleaning, warmer days, azaleas, color, brilliant green, the first smells of cut grass, energy, invigoration, excitement, baseball, and the ice cream truck.



I know winter is lingering for those of you in Canada and the northern US, but it is getting close here in the south. It won't be long until you experience it. Plan your garden, buy a bag of charcoal and dust off that BBQ grill, you will be complaining about heat before you know it.



PS - The photo was taken last March. It will be a few weeks before the azaleas bloom here.



Until the next time

John Strain