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Be sporadic and irregular in your attendance on Sundays.
Just show up. Don’t serve or volunteer. Don’t make any sacrifices of your time, talent and treasure.
Refuse to get involved in a Community Group (small group, life group, etc). Put the burden of building relationships on everyone else.
Place unrealistic expectations on the pastor and his wife. Pretend as if you are the only person attending the church.
Never bring friends or non-Christians to a Sunday morning gathering.
Never open up or communicate with the leadership of the church on areas of disagreement or frustration. Bottle it all up and continue to grow in your irritation towards the leadership.
Do the extreme opposite of #6. Nitpick every decision made and every direction taken. Whenever you have a minor disagreement or different opinion, make it a deal-breaker and blow it out of proportion.
Talk negatively about the leadership of the church behind their back. Tell your frustrations to as many people as possible without letting them hear any of it.
Don’t do what the Bible says. Ever. When the church tries to call you to repentance for specific areas of sin, blow it off and stop showing up.
Leave the church when your personal agenda(s) or hobby-horses aren’t pursued by the pastor. When you do leave, be sure to not tell anyone. If asked why you left, say something like, “God called me to go to ___________(new church name here)”.
In training and preparation for my personal goal of running a half-marathon for the first time, I have been trying to remember the victims of the Oklahoma City bombing for which the race is dedicated. In the aftermath of the tragedy in Boston, I find further motivation.
Running, like any activity, is always at its finest when attached to a purpose. In our image-driven society, exercise efforts are too often undertaken for largely self-absorbed reasons, such as looking better in the mirror.
The Apostle Paul, meanwhile, tells us that bodily exercise profits some (1 Timothy 4:8), but spiritual well-being is the higher goal. Even when embarking on a good task, like jogging, we would do well to tie it to a purpose.
The purposes, of course, do not always need to be grand. Instead of a run on a treadmill, you could jog to the post office near your house to deliver mail. Or you could meet a friend or family member to jog and have fellowship. Or you could prayerwalk in your neighborhood.
While there are bound to be times we do activity to merely edify our bodies, I recommend we actively look for ways to do it with an added and higher purpose.
Certainly when I, Lord willing, line up to run later this month with thousands of others, we will be running to remember the fallen in 1995 and from this week in Boston. May God continue to have His hand on our country in this difficult stretch of miles ahead.
I would love to say that Admission is a film with extreme and natural character development and a film where Tina Fey dazzles audiences alongside co-star Paul Rudd, but it is a film with Tina Fey and Paul Rudd.
Portia Nathan (Tina Fey) is an admission officer for Princeton University; she lives with her boyfriend of ten years, has no children, and is rather complacent. While speaking to high school students on a tour around the northeast, she visits “Quest School,” directed by John Pressman (Paul Rudd) and meets Jeremiah (Nat Wolff), an unassumingly intelligent student at Quest.
Admission is an adaptation of Jean Hanff Korelitz’s novel Admission. Adapted by Karen Croner (after a 15 year hiatus), this film lacks in the story department. Admission forces character development and prods the story to advance in a way that is unfamiliar with novel adaptations and is clearly carried by the cinematography of Declan Quinn.
Whether it is by encouraging students to change the world through Princeton or teaching students how to create sustainable irrigation at Quest School, a common theme throughout Admission is doing good, though never in conjunction with anything religious. With a few curse words sprinkled throughout the film, the most awkward and unnecessary scene consists of a conversation between Fey and Rudd while they are each taking a shower in separate stalls. The viewer sees only their head and shoulders, but with no advancing dialogue, this uncomfortable scene is pointless.
This film also has an excessive amount of cursing. Christians may feel too uncomfortable with the amount of swear words and it likely is not appropriate for teens. Further, the cohabitation portrayed in the plot sends the wrong message.
Aforementioned, the cinematography makes this film. Beautiful wide shots and deep focus break from the current mold of movies, but the technique used to give the allusion of a student being in the room while being weighed for admission was most clever. Each student appears in the office of Portia Nathan while she is reading their file, though not physically. Instead of Portia reading each student’s file aloud (unnatural), the figments of the students allow them to present themselves to Portia. Later while using this same effect, each student stands silent before the admission officers as they accept or deny admission to Princeton and upon denial, the floor opens and the student falls through.
Throughout Admission, the common theme of doing good is coupled with the fear of rejection. Introduced by students fearing denial to Princeton, the chance of rejection continues by resting on Portia. She fights for a job, is dumped by her boyfriend, gets pushed away by her mother and embodies the impending rejection of Jeremiah to Princeton.
Admission doesn’t try to make the viewer feel good by its conclusion; instead, it presents the idea of compromise and rejection as faced by people in real life, but with the only spiritual element consisting of a reference to Buddhism, the characters are left with only the hope of acceptance and success instead of faith in God.
Admission (Paul Weitz, 2013) PG-13 – 6/10 stars
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As a writer knowing I have some degree of influence, no matter how small, I usually try to choose my words judiciously.
Today I am not.
There is an outrage in me that should spread like wildfire not only at what is considered “news” in our mainstream media, but what is silenced for the sake of it. Today I give my voice, no matter how small, to those with the smallest voices who were never given a chance to speak.
You may have heard the story by now – though likely only through social media platforms. Pennsylvania abortion doctor Kermit Gosnell is under trial for extreme acts of brutality, murder, and infanticide. Gosnell’s former employees are testifying as to what they were led to do and witness over years in the abortion clinic.
If you want the gory details, Kirsten Powers has written a superb opinion article in USA today with all of the details I am literally too nauseated to type here. Read it. What I can tell you is that Gosnell’s procedures and practices were outside the law, outside of human conscience, and outside the realm of what any being or entity can justify.
Perhaps on a lower strata, yet outrageously concerning, is the lack of attention given to this trial which began on March 18th – nearly one month ago at the time of this writing – and took place over the course of more than ten years.
If you haven’t heard about the trial during your regular television or Internet viewing cycle, you’re not alone. No major news show on any of the top three networks has given a second of air space to the story. Even a quick review of major Internet news outlets finds them void of the massacre. At the time of this writing, Yahoo! News does not have the story in its top 95 stories, or even listed under its general news feed.
So what is listed?
Hugh Hefner’s 87th Birthday Celebration
Taylor Swift quits wearing eyeliner
Top All-Beef Franks
Cosby Show Cast Now!
…and a story expressing concern over whether or not a violent video game is “too real.” You know what IS too real? The fact that hundreds of children had their spines cut, “heads severed,” and were murdered – even outside of the womb and considered “viable.”
The outrage over the event is warranted. The fact that Planned Parenthood continues to deny and hem-haw around the issue is vile. The reasoning of major news executives in shying away from the story because of its pro-life implications is infuriating. The fact that this scenario may be playing itself out in countless other abortion clinics is frightening. Above all, the idea that these murders happening outside the womb warrant trial, yet inside the womb are simply a day at the office for abortion doctors should bring us to anger and action.
So what can we do about it?
If the mainstream media is afraid of the story because of its pro-life bent, we must use social media to champion it. We all have a voice, no matter how small. Use it.
As a father I weep. As a human I am enraged. As a victim of this charade by the media I am irate. As a Christian, I pray Lord come soon, ask for justice, and pray somehow for the gospel to be made known through this.
Hundreds of children have been silenced. Let us not be so.
The life of a believer should look so much different than that of the world that you should “not fit in.”
I’ve heard the argument that you should try fit in so you can make new friends and lead them to Christ. Although this is partially true, in that you should love everyone you encounter with a passionate and welcoming love, you are not called to conform to the world around you in order to fit in.
Romans 12:2 says…
“Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is—his good, pleasing and perfect will.”
I think about modern day Christian music artists, and also ones I’ve seen in the past, who denounce their Christian title in order to reach a broader audience. While in a sense, I can’t judge where their hearts are, I am smart enough to realize many do this in order to broaden their success, not their audience. Because let’s face it, anything saturated in Christ isn’t popular in our sin-soaked society. When these talented artists “put away” some of their Christian title, they lose a severe amount of effectiveness.
Our lives are supposed to look like Jesus. 1 Corinthians 1:12 tells us we are supposed to follow Christ. And if Christians are following Him, our lives should produce beautiful fruit.
“Produce fruit in keeping with repentance.” Matthew 3:8
So, the production of fruit in your life will show that you do indeed follow Christ.
Although you do not become a Christian by “moral goodness”, fruit WILL be evident if your heart is after the Lord.
Plain and simple, a believer cannot live in sin. While yes, you will struggle with it, you cannot live in it. That’s why Christ mentions repentance (which is a turning away from sin) so much in the Bible.
As a 17-year-old, I’ve struggled with sin enough to know that living in and loving it will pull you far away from where God wants you. When you are more concerned with self-satisfaction than with pursuing God’s plan for you, you begin to miss out on some beautiful blessings. I’m not saying that you MUST be completely innocent, because as humans, it is inevitable that will see fallible. But the important thing is that you’re seeking truth. Seeking truth will result in identity in Christ, the production of fruit, and the abstinence of indwelling sin. These are three critical attributes of an effective believer.
Striped walls are all the rage right now, and they can add loads of personality to your home when used as an accent wall, in a bathroom, or in a corner of your house that you want to set apart from the rest. It’s actually easy to get crisp clean lines when painting stripes if you follow a few simple guidelines.
1) If you are painting only one wall, tape the corners. I was very skeptical of this next step, but wanted to try it. (Come to find out, it’s crucial! It’s the key to this whole thing!) After taping, paint over the edge of your tape with your BASE color (the color that’s underneath the tape). Do two coats, just to make sure it’s good and sealed. My side walls were staying green so I painted my two coats of green over the inside edge of the tape.
This step accomplishes two things. If there is any “leakage” under the tape, all that is leaking under is the color that’s already there. Secondly, the paint makes a kind of seal along the edge of the tape, so that any other colors painted on top of that base color are locked out and away from the tape edge. Hopefully that makes sense.
2) I had already decided that I wanted seven wide stripes and wanted the top and bottom stripe to be black. I measured the wall from the bottom of the crown molding to the top of the baseboard. It was 102″, so I just divided by 7 and got 14 1/2″ per stripe. I marked off the rough measurements where I wanted each line on each end of the wall, and then painted the white stripes. The edges didn’t have to be perfect on these, this was just my base and would get clean edges when layering on the black paint.
3) Per the instructions on the painter’s tape, I waited 24 hours to let the white stripes dry. I knew I’d be taping on top of them and didn’t want any of the white paint peeling off when the tape was removed. When dry I re-marked my measurements where I wanted the stripes.
4) Next, I used a secret weapon borrowed from my dad…a chalk line.
If you’ve never used one, they are a great tool to use for marking a straight line over a large space. It’s like a little tape measure, just with string and chalk inside instead of a measure. The inside re-chalks the string when the line is wound back into the housing. To use it, someone holds the end of the string and someone else stretches it across the wall, pulling it as taut as possible.
I was home alone when I was ready to mark the lines and couldn’t reach my trusty neighbor to come over and lend a hand, so I used a piece of tape for one end and stretched the line out myself.
Making sure to line up each end with your pencil marks, you “snap” the line against the wall and it leaves a perfectly marked line all the way across. Popping that string was the most fun part of this whole job!
You could also use a laser level or a good old measuring tape to mark your lines off if you don’t have any of these tools.
5) With the lines marked, I then taped all of the stripes right along the edges of my chalk lines. I also taped the side trim to the doorway that is on this wall.
6) Now, time to seal some more edges. Before going any further, I sealed the tape down the edge of the door trim with white paint, 2 coats, so none of the black paint would leak onto the trim. I also did two coats of white along the outside edges of all of the white stripes (where the black stripe would be touching the white), and two coats along the baseboard which was also taped off.
7) Time for your second color! After my tape sealing coats were dry, I cut in with black along the top crown, ends of the black stripes, and baseboard, followed by rolling a coat on the remaining sections. The black stripes took two coats.
8) Tip time: Whenever I’m painting, this is always how my supplies look:
I line my paint tray with a plastic bag before pouring in the paint. Then, if I’m not using it I slide it inside another plastic bag just to keep it from drying out until I come back to it. When not in use in between coats, I put my trim brush in a ziploc bag, cover my trim cup with a baggie, and wrap a plastic bag around my roller. You basically just want to block any air from getting to the paint so everything won’t dry out. I’ve left these for several days before and they’re always ready to go when I come back to them. It’s really nice not to have to rinse everything out until you’re finished. When you’re finished with the paint tray, pour the leftover paint back in the can and toss the bag. No clean-up!
9) After the final coat, I peeled all of the tape off immediately. I paused for a minute before doing it, really expecting to see scraggly lines under the tape. Much to my delight, the lines were PERFECT, even on my textured walls. So much better than I ever hoped for. The lines look totally professional and clean.
This wall can remind everybody who comes into my house of the best kind of stripes:
“But He was wounded for our transgressions, He was bruised for our iniquities; The chastisement for our peace was upon Him, And by His stripes we are healed.” Isaiah 53:5
In a recent article at the Huffington Post, Frank Schaeffer penned an opinion piece with this provocative title: “All Evangelical Leaders Will Soon Be Doing Gay Weddings”. Continuing with his recent life course, the son of famed Christian apologist and intellectual Francis Schaeffer and the recently deceased Edith Schaeffer (both of which made tremendous contributions to evangelical Christianity during the 20th century), may be more right than we would care to admit.
Only God can discern the heart of Schaeffer and what led him to abandon the evangelical faith of his parents. He has himself tried to chronicle his reasons in his books Crazy for God: How I Grew Up as One of the Elect, Helped Found the Religious Right, and Lived to Take All (or almost all) of it Back and Sex, Mom, and God: How the Bible’s Strange Take on Sex Led to Crazy Politics – and How I Learned to Love Women (and Jesus) Anyway. The titles themselves suggest a biting cynicism as well as give a subtle preview of Schaeffer’s own agenda including the acceptance of homosexuality in general and same-sex marriage in particular.
But could he be right? Not entirely and certainly not for the reasons that drive him to his conclusions. Schaeffer’s cynical reason is ultimately evangelicals will cave on this issue because we are unprincipled charlatans more concerned with surviving and keeping our positions and careers than standing for biblical truth. We are nothing more than mere hirelings who…well, need to be hired and for that to happen we will join the culture. Plain and simple self-preservation.
But Schaeffer grossly misunderstands a movement that he claims to have been a major part of making. If evangelicals cave on the issue of marriage, it will not be for self-preservation but rather a poorly misguided ‘others-preservation’. His father was prophetic in identifying two terribly damaging weaknesses that we as conservative evangelicals tend to suffer from. What are they? Namely, the desire to be accepted by a hostile culture (almost always with the good heart motivation of reaching people not realizing what we are giving away to do it) and the fact that we are rarely ahead of the cultural curve. As Greg Thornbury has rightly written, an apropos description of evangelicals could be “anything you can do I can do later, I can do anything later than you.”
Each of these weaknesses puts evangelicals in the position of being reactive rather than proactive with the truth of the gospel. How many good things usually come from our reaction? Not many. It often forces us into corners that seem unavoidable, hence the issue of same-sex marriage. Since we have allowed culture, for the most part, to set the parameters of the debate we once again find ourselves in a reactive posture. Culture has said it is about consenting adults who want to express their love for another, experience the joy of children, and receive all the benefits of being married. Bill O’Reilly has said that must leave our ‘Bible-thumping’ arguments in the church. They have no place in the courts. And the media and entertainment industries are supposedly convincing us daily that the battle is over. It is simply a matter of when, not if. A reactionary position seems primed and ready to acquiesce (see Rob Bell) and accept the inevitable. If this is true, then Schaeffer is right.
But there is more to the story for evangelicals. One of our defining foundations has been the authority of the scripture. That is the bigger issue at stake for believers in debates over the definition of marriage. It is not a postmodern battle over whose opinion gets to carry the day but by what authority will we live. For those of us who long to be faithful to Christ and his Word that means the scripture is our authority. This means that despite being unpopular or even persecuted we will be found faithful to the one that matters…and it isn’t Frank Schaeffer.
I hope you have been able to read the introduction, defense and first installment in the Chronicles of Narnia blog posts on Word Slingers. It is my pleasure now to review the second book in the classic series by C.S. Lewis, Prince Caspian.
In 2008, Disney teamed up with the original Narnia makers to present a likeable, though somewhat inaccurate film portrayal of the classic. For those who have not read the book or even seen the movie, I want to provide a brief summary of the book then provide comment.
Summary
The four Penvensie children from the Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe are back in England. It has been some time, perhaps a year, since their adventures in Narnia and they wish to go back. They are magically transported back when they are standing at a railway station.
They soon realize that things are different in Narnia. They discover that many centuries have gone by since their last trip, and as Houston Baptist University and C.S. Lewis expert Louis Markos says, Narnia has fallen on hard times.
The whole land has been taken over by the Telmarines through a usurper named Miraz, Prince Caspian’s uncle. Young Caspian learns about Narnia’s past and is fascinated. He escapes the castle when he learns his uncle has had a son and may want to kill Caspian. Amid his escape, he comes across talking animals, dwarves and mythic creatures. He, along with the Pevensie children, rally together and take on the Telmarines and try to win back Narnia.
Analysis
True to form, Lewis weaves an interesting story together with important thoughts about the important things. By making Narnia age centuries while the Pevensie’s were gone only a year, Lewis gives Narnia a history—a rather medieval one—where chivalry and honor are real concepts.
In Prince Caspian, we meet some wonderful characters. My favorites include Reepicheep, a swashbuckling talking mouse whose knightly qualities uplift your soul. There is also Trumpkin, a dwarf who doubts Aslan’s (recall he is the Great Lion, the Christ figure) existence but later believes. There is also Doctor Cornelius, Caspian’s tutor, who embodies wisdom and belief.
In this all-important installment in the Narnia series, the stage is set for future books. Moreover, we get a good understand of the driving desire for power that mankind has, and the unspeakable evil that can be done.
There is one really important scene from a theological perspective in which Lucy, who is the most faithful of the Pevensies, meets Aslan again for the first time since being back. She says, in effect, “Aslan, you look bigger.” He explains that he has not grown larger but that, “Child, as you grow older, I will appear larger.” What a powerful thought to make us ponder Christ’s awesomeness!
Also worth noting, this is last time High King Peter and Queen Susan go back to Narnia (though it is not the last time we hear of them). There are several scenes in which Lucy and the three siblings exemplify the dilemmas and doubts we all go through.
Lewis’ Prince Caspian is one of the faster moving, thrilling books in the Narnia series. Children, especially those 10 to 14 years old, will revel in the story and find admirable qualities in the characters—such as duty, honor, faith, love and forgiveness—that could propel them on a good path. For these reasons and more, I recommend reading Prince Caspian.
Benjamin turns four years old the day I drive to help my dad and brother admit my grandmother into a geriatric lock-down facility. I finish the last touches of sweet white icing in a spiderweb pattern on his chocolate cake before I leave. He loves Spiderman.
The clouds tower high like glowering gray giants as I drive to the facility. Nervously, I smooth my ponytail and wipe my mouth of the remnants of lunch I had eaten on the way. My hands smell of vanilla frosting. My stomach is queasy.
I walk timidly in the front doors. The facility is dimly lit and smells of urine, but quiet except the sound of hospital personnel at work. Grandma is lying on a bed, rolling from side to side in pain. I hold her hand and she clings tightly to mine. We answer queues of questions, trying to paint a picture of the woman on the bed, explain how we had journeyed to this point.
Thomas* nods and listens, makes notes. We can tell he’s seen his own share of troubles by his familiarity with the pain meds we’re discussing. He has braces on his ankles, mentions two hip surgeries, and diabetes, too. I check his hand for a wedding ring, but there is none. I’m sad. No one should have to go through all that alone.
Grandma writhes on the bed, pain meds ineffective. She becomes more agitated. I rub her legs, hold her hand, tell her it’s going to get better. That’s why we’re here. She pulls back her lips until you can see her fillings on the top front teeth. I find that I am tense, too. I purposely relax my face.
An hour passes. Nurses come and go and a doctor, too. Everyone seems as mystified as we’ve been as to the source of the pain.
During a lull in the questions and visits, I tell Dad his eighth grandchild is coming in December. His haggard face breaks into a smile and a tiny ray of sunshine brightens the gloomy room, even while Grandma writhes on the bed. The power of new life. Life’s relentless circle, and maybe the tiny ones ease the pain of the aging just a little. I remember how Tim’s grandmother held her new baby great granddaughter the night before she passed away.
Dad tells Grandma about the new baby coming. She replies that she already knew, which of course she didn’t. She tells me I’ll be such a great mother. Then he tells Thomas, who asks me if it’s my first baby. He seems to be feigning interest, but I think of the empty finger and wonder if it’s sad for him.
I tell him it’s my fourth.
It doesn’t seem fair, new life within me, birthday party waiting at home, and we leave grandma in a wheel chair with a dispassionate aid standing by taking her blood pressure. So much life, and I wish I knew how to spread it around a little more evenly, like I did with the chocolate icing on Benjamin’s cake. Scoop up more frosting, smooth it on, even out this low place with a little extra. Enough sweet for everyone.
I try. I come back the next day during visiting hours. I memorize her patient code and speak it into the phone outside the locked doors. They let me in, lead us to a room to be alone.
Grandma cries a little when she sees me and tears rise in me, too, and I think we’re going to be a big weepy mess, us two. But instead, she cheers up and so do I. She tells me about group therapy and the doctor who looks like a movie star, only she can’t remember which one, and how she talked and talked, telling them all about her family. She says she enjoyed it.
And tenderness rises up within me, for her, this weak woman with a tear still on her cheek, and I know, I know how God feels about her.
He loves her.
Despite all the weakness and failing and anxiety and fear, He loves her, so tenderly. I feel Him, pouring it into my own heart. I take her hand and tell her, It’s going to be all right.
Sometimes we just need to hear that. And it’s true, even in the darkest shadows of sad places, there is still hope.
I’m reminded again: It’s not the healthy that need a doctor, but the sick.
The sick and weak and falling-down failures, he loves us.
Lord, make us willing to open our lives and spread the sweet around. Make Your will my will. Align my life with Your purposes. Let me not hoard sweetness, but share it with those who have little.
Okay, we’re off to a start on our series of articles about the generations when they were 25. First up, the Silent Generation (born: 1925-1945) Age: 68-84.
If you are looking for cool people with a youthful outlook and a bent toward technology to talk with, why not sit down and talk to someone who’s in the Silent Generation? They invented most of the technology you use today! There were Silent Generation Beatniks swilling strong coffee long before there was such a thing as Starbucks. True, they didn’t have WIFI in their coffee shops–so they invented it…with their bare hands.
Silent? You keep using that word. I don’t think it means what you think it does.
In 1950 the oldest members of the Silent Generation turned 25. Nicknamed the Silent Generation by a 1951 Time magazine article that mistakenly portrayed them as less enthusiastic and significant than their parents and grandparents’ generation, the people that make up this generation are far from silent.
They were born in a very difficult time in the United States. On their birthdays (from 1925 through 1945) the country was either in desperate economic hard times or engaged in world war. Because times were tough, most families chose not to have children or perhaps could not because of war. Therefore the Silent Generation is the smallest generational cohort now ling in the United States. Oklahoma has 285,410* people in this generation.
In the 1950’s the Soviet Union launched the Sputnik satellite and the youthful Silent Generation members took it as a personal challenge to them. That event charged them with the energy that built the new economy of America—and inspired them to work toward a future without limits or rivals. Most of the corporations and organizations that form the present foundation for the American economy and infrastructure were formed during their lifetime.
Despite the hard times into which they were born, the Silent Generation is also known as the “Lucky Generation” because they were born just in time to get in on the ground floor of decades of unmatched historic economic prosperity in America.
Life in the SBC
Keeping pace with their Silent Generation tendency toward leadership, the SBC “Lucky Generation” built the institutions of the Southern Baptist Convention . Under their leadership, the SBC was grew faster than it has ever grown numerically, from about 7 million members in 1950 to 16 million in 1996—an increase of 128%. A list of Silent Generation leaders in the SBC would be a Who’s Who in SBC history.
What’s the Silent Generation Outlook?
Not to paint with too broad a brush, but the common experiences of the Silent Generation lend a large number of them to having a similar outlook on life and spirituality. If you are involved in ministry leadership with people aged 68-84, you are truly blessed. Strive to fully appreciate and mobilize this generation of leaders in your church.
Mass Revival-Oriented Spirituality: A common theme in Silent Generation spirituality is the emphasis on returning to God en masse and reviving the collective spiritual vitality. From their youth historians have noted they have had a particular sense of dedication to the Lord that was greater when compared to previous generations.
Personal Responsibility in Context to Others: The Silent Generation believes each person should make the appropriate sacrifices to see to it that the whole group experiences success. Their ethics of combined hard work and commitment to one another have made them successful in many ways.
Take Charge Leadership: Silent Generation people know how to follow leaders. They appreciate it when someone takes the reins of leadership, provided they do so with humility and respect toward others.
Manage the Money: The Silent Generation tends to be very frugal, they prefer to review expenditures as a group and hear the justification for each one from their leaders.
Technology: They remember when you could fix things with your own two hands and they knew how to do it themselves. This is the generation with the know-how that put a man on the moon using slide rules and a computer that had less memory and computing power than your cell phone…which they invented.
