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The Power God Gives Us to Comfort Others

When you are hurting and brokenhearted, so many memories can stir up the pain—places, images, even clothing and household items. As a pastor, I see this with some couples going through divorce. The person still at home wants everything out that belonged to the ex. Or the widow might immediately give away items that belonged to her deceased spouse to ease the hurt.

Some wonder if God is even present in the middle of all the grief. But Psalms 34:18 states, “The Lord is close to the brokenhearted; he rescues those whose spirits are crushed.”

One Sunday morning a woman walked into our church a few minutes after worship began. She sat on a bench in the narthex and didn’t enter the sanctuary. John, the facility manager, noticed her alone and crying. He went to check and asked, “Is everything okay?” The woman said, “Today is the one year anniversary of my daughter’s memorial service.” She was overwhelmed with grief and unable to worship with others.

John sat next to her and listened as the grieving mother shared her pain. She talked about her daughter and where they lived before moving to Florida. When the woman mentioned her hometown in West Virginia, John recognized it; he had grown up nearby. John prayed with and for the woman. He asked God to comfort and give her the strength to get through the difficult day.

A few weeks later, the woman sent a thank you note to the church office. She didn’t know who had taken the time to listen and be with her in that time of need, but she wrote, “The act of faith really helped me through that day and still consoles me.”

John’s act of faith had consoled a grieving mother. Unbeknownst to her, God was near her and touched John to be the comforting presence.

When we stop and become attentive to the hurts of others, our hearts are filled with compassion. We become agents of comfort. Scripture teaches us to rejoice with those who rejoice and weep with those who weep. It’s always much easier to rejoice than to weep. But when we spend time with those in pain, we do the work of God and discover the power of His presence. And we find healing for ourselves as well.

The Powerful First Step to Offering Forgiveness

Sin can take place openly or in secret. But when not confessed, it becomes a growing burden. Our conscience tugs at us. The wrongdoing bears down on our souls and minds. We can’t sleep. We find little joy. We can even become sick from the relentless pressure.

Holocaust survivor and author Simon Wiesenthal in his book, The Sunflower: On the Possibilities and Limits of Forgiveness, tells his story of being in a Nazi concentration camp. At one point, he was taken off work detail and ushered to the bedside of a dying member of the SS.

The officer had committed horrific crimes including the murder of a family with a small child. Now on his deathbed, the Nazi officer was tormented by his crimes and wanted to confess and, if possible, receive forgiveness from a Jew. Wiesenthal left the room in silence. He did not offer forgiveness. Years later, he wondered if he had done the right thing.

We don’t need to have committed crimes against humanity to feel the need to confess and be forgiven. Most of us are more like Wiesenthal, wondering if we should have withheld forgiveness. We all have something in our lives that troubles our conscience.

The path to offering forgiveness begins with confession—disclosing the hurt we have held onto and seeking reconciliation. Confession can be an ordeal for many. Not even King David, a man after the heart of God, was exempt from this struggle. But once you are ready to confess, pray and ask for God’s forgiveness. Talk to your pastor or priest or a trusted friend—maybe even the person you have held a grudge against.

Forgiveness doesn’t mean you have to allow people to treat you poorly. It simply means releasing any bitterness or anger about the hurt someone else has caused you.

The psalmist wrote, “When I kept silent, my bones wasted away through my groaning all day long.” The agony of unconfessed sin wore down his mind, body and spirit. Forgiveness was the only thing that could bring healing and restore his joy. Without confession there is no forgiveness.

Why is it so hard to forgive? Pride often gets in the way. We want to remain in control and not show any sign of vulnerability and weakness.

Saying “sorry” wasn’t always practiced when I was growing up. Neither was saying “I forgive you.” You took your licks and moved on. Even today, expressing our deepest human failings and forgiving the failures of others is not the cultural norm.

But until we confess our own failings and open our hearts to forgiveness, we are robbing ourselves of the fullness of God’s grace.

The Positive Power of Working with Your Hands

The old saying goes, “idle hands are the devil’s playground,” meaning that being bored, disengaged and disconnected from physical work leaves too much time and space for your body and mind to fill with negative substitutes.

Neuroscience actually supports this theory. Or at least, research shows that the converse is true—active hands stimulate your brain to produce chemicals that balance emotions and lower anxiety.

Kelly Lambert, a neuroscientist at the University of Richmond, Virginia, has coined a term, “behaviorceuticals” to underscore how just as a drug can alter the chemistry of our brains, positive behaviors can impact our emotional health.

Lambert told CBS News that in the 19th century anxious women were often given the prescription to knit because doctors “sensed it calmed them down some.” This is not to say that anxiety can be cured by knitting. But it does highlight how the repetitive hand movements involved in the craft, combined with the satisfaction of casting off a finished product to wear or give, carries mental health benefits at a deep, biochemical level.

Other research has focused on knitting’s emotional benefits, like one study that showed knitting lowers the heart rate by 11 beats per minute, another that linked knitting with a diminished chance of developing mild cognitive impairment and memory loss, and still others that point to positive benefits in managing chronic pain and depression.

Of course, knitting is not the only way to take your emotional wellbeing into your own hands. Woodworking, gardening, pottery, painting, beading—anything that involves putting your two hands to work will benefit your mental health.

What do you do with your hands to keep them busy and keep yourself calm and happy?

The Positive Power of Telling Your Story

When she died just before her 95th birthday, my grandmother, a published author, left me notes and research for a novel she’d been working on for several years. Paging through the ideas, details and plot twists she imagined, I realized something that inspired me tremendously—at any age, each person has a story to tell.

I brought this mindset to a creative writing course I recently taught at my town’s Senior Center. Our group was small, just four students, but over the course of six weeks, we explored character development, plot outlining, descriptive imagery and editing techniques. The students were a teacher’s dream—positive, respectful, engaged and receptive to feedback. They also did their homework without fail.

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One student was working on a travel memoir. Another was compiling a family history. A third was mining high school memories for humor. The fourth was diving deep into her imagination. Each was, in one way or another, exploring the line between truth and fiction, memory and creative invention.

This is important work for older adults—research tells us creative pursuits positively impact aging adults in areas ranging from cognitive function to happiness. Organizations like The National Center for Creative Aging coordinate creative programs for seniors nationally, but most towns offer creative writing, dance, music or art programs through senior centers, libraries and community centers.

In the last session of my writing course, I shared a quote from Virginia Woolf: “Every secret of a writer’s soul, every experience of his life, every quality of his mind, is written large in his works.” In other words, every story written with attention and integrity is a “true” story in that it reflects the experiences and perspectives of the writer.

This applies to my grandmother’s historical fiction draft as much as it does to my student’s memoir. And it begs the question—which of your many stories are you ready to tell?

The Positive Power of Humor

Humor is something I take pretty seriously. That might sound paradoxical, but I mean it: in my everyday life, humor is one of the important ways I stay positive. The cliché that laughter is a great medicine is true. Laughing has been scientifically proven to reduce stress and physical tension, boost the immune system and release mood-enhancing endorphins.

I experienced a little of the miraculous healing power of humor just last week. I’d had a rough day and by the end of it, was feeling down on myself. Even sitting in the park and watching the sunset did little to alleviate my foul mood. On the way back to my apartment, I decided to stop for a smoothie. Perhaps it would cheer me up.

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While I was in line to order, my negative thoughts crept in: I felt unworthy of such an indulgence. Then came my turn, so I asked for a “power shake.”

A middle-aged woman behind me ordered a power shake too, and her husband jokingly chided her about the calories, since she hadn’t exercised that day. “I’m going tomorrow morning at 6:30, so it counts,” she laughed. That made me chuckle a little.

The smoothie shop employee was in a chipper mood. “Here’s your power,” he said to me, handing me my shake. “That’ll be six dollars for your power. Six dollars of power here.”

“You got a power too?” the woman behind me asked.

“Yeah, I’m going to the gym tomorrow also, so I earned it,” I said. All three of us laughed.

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I’d come in for a mood-boosting smoothie—but it was the unexpected laughter that lifted my spirits. A few jokes, and the negative train of thoughts running through my head abruptly stopped. Our banter made me realize the absurdity of doubting whether I was worthy of something that I would enjoy. The woman and I were mocking our tendency to be too hard on ourselves.

Sigmund Freud aptly said that humor is our refusal to let our lives make us suffer.

But beyond that, I think there’s a kind of divine inspiration in these humorous moments–they arise spontaneously, and we react almost without thinking. In doing so we connect to the powerful urge we all have to see things from a more positive perspective.

There was definitely something serendipitous about my encounter with the married couple. They came in just when I needed a little laughter in my life. Who knows what the exchange did for them? Maybe they needed it just as much as I did.

Has a moment of laughter been healing for you? Share your story here.

The Positive Approach to Unpredictability

“Make your plans and you hear God laughing” is a line in the song “Life Changes” by Thomas Rhett. I smile each time I hear this line as it humbles my Type A, plan-ful personality. Finding comfort in life’s unpredictability is easier for some than others.

In my professional life as a therapist, I am never surprised by what clients share with me, be it a life experience, relationship dynamics, fears, goals, hopes, hurts. My job is to use my professional experience and skills to help my clients make plans and take constructive action to help them heal and move forward. It is also my role to empower them to be able to handle the inevitable unpredictabilities of life that lie ahead of them. So much of this empowerment falls in the area of attitude and perspective. This is where I channel Grandpa Peale. No matter what we face, we have a choice of how we respond and act. Undoubtedly, a positive, proactive, focused and thoughtful attitude yields greater benefits then the alternative.

When unwelcome events or experiences have come my way, setbacks that have been deeply painful, I have always been grateful that I have been given a model, in my grandparents and parents, of how to move through such experiences. The pain and suffering are real and should not be diminished. What makes a difference is how we take them in and move forward. How we can use them to build our resiliency and empathy. Not easy, for sure, but, again, far better than the alternative approach.

I was struck by Catherine Marshall’s words while thinking about life’s unpredictability: “Often God has to shut a door in our face so that He can subsequently open the door through which He wants us to go.” May we all find some comfort in that.

The Poor Man’s Steak

I wasn’t thinking about passing on a spiritual lesson when I made supper that night. I decided on the main dish because it’s tasty and we hadn’t had it in a while, though it’s common fare in Pennsylvania Mennonite homes like ours.

“What’s that called?” my daughter Joyanna, asked, pointing to the meat patties I’d set on the dinner table. She was the youngest of our five children. My husband, Todd, and I had adopted Joyanna and her sister, Annajoy, from Liberia, West Africa, when they were babies. Now Joyanna was four, at that stage of asking a million questions.

“Poor Man’s Steak,” Todd answered. Ground beef patties covered in mushroom gravy, served over mashed potatoes. Like most popular Mennonite meals, it’s perfect for large families: inexpensive, easy to prepare and well-suited for sharing. Also, like a lot of Mennonite foods, it’s got a playful name. Like “Shoofly Pie,” a molasses dessert, or “Chow Chow,” a vegetable relish.

Joyanna’s eyes widened. “What…is it called?” she asked again.

“Poor Man’s Steak,” Todd repeated.

We bowed our heads for grace, then passed around the serving dishes and everyone dug in. Except Joyanna. She pushed the meat away from her potatoes. “Joyanna,” I said, “don’t fill up on potatoes. You need to eat your meat.”

Joyanna looked up at me, her chin quivering. “I don’t want to be poor!”

Oh, my! We’d recently read The Little Match Girl, a story about an impoverished child. Joyanna must have thought if we ate “Poor Man’s Steak” that meant we were poor too. Todd and I tried to explain it was only a name, but with every bite Joyanna forced down came a sob. She was so upset she had to leave the table.

After dinner I talked to her. “Joyanna, can you tell me what little girls need?”

She thought for a moment. “A family, a bedroom, clothes, food.”

“That’s right,” I said. “And you have all that, don’t you?”

She nodded, but I could tell she wasn’t comforted. Suddenly, I had an idea. I got my Bible and opened it to Philippians 4:19. “The Bible tells us, ‘My God shall supply all your need,’” I said. “We’ll never be poor, no matter what we eat, because God takes care of everything we need.”

Joyanna’s eyes lit up and she slowly repeated the verse after me. Now she loves Poor Man’s Steak as much as I do. What a delicious reminder of how richly we’ve been blessed!

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The Pooch That Answered a Prayer

I was only a few minutes into my evening walk when the words fell from my lips: “Lord, please bring me a dog.” What? Where had that prayer come from? Okay, so I’d been half-thinking about getting a dog. I would’ve loved one to walk with me. But I hadn’t prayed for one yet.

I hadn’t committed myself yet, and when you pray for something you’re totally committed. You don’t ask God for something you’re not quite sure you can handle.

Three years earlier I was diagnosed with cerebellar ataxia, a neurological disorder that affects my coordination and balance.

“If you don’t walk–you won’t!” my neurologist warned. “Walking will train your brain to remember how to move your body.” That’s when I started walking every night. I desperately wanted to hold on to my freedom.

A few months later our neighbors’ Labrador had puppies. They offered to give one to my 12-year-old daughter, Marilyn, and me. We couldn’t resist! Lugh instantly became part of our little family and came walking with me too.

Then, five months later, a tornado ripped through our town, destroying our home. The only apartment available was dogfree so our neighbors took Lugh in. We visited him often. They were an active family–much more active than I could ever be–and he loved it there.

We’d planned to take him back once we were settled in a house again. But Lugh grew bigger and my symptoms grew worse. I was exhausted and falling more often. When we finally found a home, we made a tough decision: Lugh would stay with them. There was no way I could manage a big strong dog, or maybe any dog.

But I really missed having a dog around. Marilyn did too. A little dog wasn’t the answer. What if they darted between my feet and tripped me? Forget it! Marilyn and I would have to be content with our two cats. I pushed all thoughts of getting a dog out of my mind. Until that prayer flew out of my mouth!

Back home that night I had a strange urge to check out a local shelter online–something I’d never done before. I’m not a big online person, yet I found myself browsing the site for hours. Athletic Labs, spunky Chihuahuas, stately imperious Poodles. All adoptable. But all either too large or too small.

See? This isn’t meant to be. That prayer was just an accident, I thought, reaching to turn off the computer. Just then, the screen flipped to the next page of pets. That’s when I saw her: Lil’ Dog. The most adorable tri-color corgi with melt-your-heart brown eyes. She was perfect!

I filled out a lengthy application, adding a note about my health, our two cats, our history with Lugh, and our vet’s phone number.

Three days later a volunteer from the shelter brought Lil’ Dog over for a home visit. Right away, she scurried behind the woman’s legs.

“I usually foster and rescue big dogs,” she explained, “but a few weeks ago I got a call to check out a flea market that sold puppies from a ‘puppy mill’–an irresponsible dog breeder. Lil’ Dog was living in a chicken wire cage on the ground in the mud and water. She’s only three but she’s already had a lot of pups.”

The woman said that the puppy mill owner had decided that Lil’ Dog was worn out. He had no use for her anymore. My heart broke. How could someone treat an innocent creature this way? She needed food. Attention. Love.

She needed me.

“She’ll require a lot of social training since she’s spent her whole life in a cage,” her foster mom added. “Oh, and there’s another family interested in her too.” Then she looked at my cane and walker parked in the corner. “Do you really think she’d be a good match for you?”

As if on cue, a bit like that accidental prayer, Lil’ Dog trotted out from behind the woman’s legs. She came up beside me and stuck her head under my hand. I melted.

Suddenly, one of our cats ran in and introduced herself with a hiss! Lil’ Dog whimpered and retreated. Then she seemed to think about it and decided that she had to stand up for herself if she was going to stick around here.

She stepped forward and gave a little growl in return. That seemed to settle things. She looked up at me with her wide eyes as if to get my approval. “I think we’ll all get along just fine,” I said, laughing.

The woman turned serious. “Well, I think you might,” she said. “But it isn’t up to me. The Animal Protection and Education Board makes all final decisions…and, well, they think it’s a red flag that you recently gave up a dog.” Then she snapped a leash onto Lil’ Dog’s collar and headed out the door.

Could she be more negative? I tried to hold back the tears. Lord, I prayed, I’m trusting you to bring Lil’ Dog into my life if that’s what you want. If not, please let her find a good home.

Two days later the shelter called. “Hello,” I said, waiting anxiously for their answer.

“Your application to adopt the corgi has been accepted,” they said. I almost dropped the phone!

That weekend Marilyn and I went to pick up Lil’Dog. But when I clipped on her leash and harness, she lunged right between my legs and I fell on top of her! I floundered on the floor, trying to disentangle dog, harness, leash and cane. Marilyn helped me up.

Lil’ Dog trembled, pulling away from me at the end of the leash, terrified, as if she wanted to run back to her cage. Oh, no! This was a bad idea. How could I have been so foolish to think that God had directed me to adopt a dog?

But something, some inner urge, wouldn’t allow me to give up. “Come here, girl,” I coaxed, holding out my hand. Slowly, she stopped fighting to pull away and came toward me. “That’s right. We can learn to walk together, can’t we? We can help each other. We can’t stay in our cages forever.”

I rubbed her soft multi-colored fur. A name came to me: Lily.

Back home, Marilyn and I played with Lily all afternoon. I’d almost forgotten how much fun a dog was, even a timid one like Lily. I thought it would be good to take her with me on my walk that night, get her socialized. But I grew nervous.

What if I fell on top of her again? What if I scared her? She’d spent so much of her life afraid.

I strapped on her harness and leash–this time she stayed put. Success! Step by step, we made our way out of the house and onto the street. Lily was a natural! It was like somehow she knew about my issues. She didn’t tug or pull, just trotted along steadily.

Sometimes she’d stop short if she saw something unfamiliar. After spending her life in a cage, that meant trash cans, bikes and parked cars (even fire hydrants!). Still, she never jerked the leash or threw me off balance. She just knew.

Over the next few months I learned to trust that Lily wouldn’t let me fall. And Lily learned to trust that I wouldn’t let anything hurt her. Whenever we’d approach something that scared her, I’d look down into her sweet brown eyes and walk us closer to it.

“Don’t worry, Lily,” I’d say. “I’m here.” Little by little, she’d step closer too. Before long she was walking bravely down the block, charming everyone in the neighborhood. We made perfect partners.

Five years later, my condition has grown worse. I need to use my wheelchair more than I’d like. But Lily doesn’t mind a bit. She’s still walking alongside me every night. And I know someone else walks with us too. The One to whom no prayer is accidental, the One in whom we are always free.

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The Perfect Scripture for Your Enneagram Number

In recent years, the Enneagram has gotten a lot of buzz. The Road Back to You, a 2016 book by Ian Morgan Chron and Suzanne Stabile, brought the concept of the Enneagram to a Christian audience. Since then, a slew of podcasts, Instagram accounts and books have emerged exploring how the Enneagram can help people grow in their faith.

But what is it exactly?

Simply put, the Enneagram is an ancient system of categorizing people according to nine personality types. It is represented by a circle with inner triangles connecting the different types. The origins of the system are unclear, although many claim it was created by 4th century Christian mystics.

The nine personality types represented by the Enneagram are:

1. The Moral Perfectionist

2. Supportive Advisor

3. Successful Achiever

4. Romantic Individualist

5. Investigative Thinker

6. Loyal Guardian

7. Entertaining Optimist

8. Protective Challenger

9. Peaceful Mediator

“Each personality (1-9) is characterized by a dominant strength or virtue and a dominant weakness or vice,” wrote Guideposts.org blogger Bob Hostetler in a blog about how knowing your Enneagram number can affect your prayer life.

Recently, many Christians have begun putting the Enneagram to use in their own lives to better understand their relationship with themselves, others and God. Some are using it for marriage counseling, career coaching or for personal growth and understanding.

Beth McCord of Your Enneagram Coach has been speaking about the Enneagram for 17 years. Her new collection of nine books features one for each type and is designed like a daily journal, to help people understand how their personality impacts their relationship with God. She specifically focuses on how the Enneagram can help people grow their faith. Here, she offers a Bible verse that will comfort each personality type along with a brief explanation:

TYPE 1

Psalm 86:5

You, Lord, are forgiving and good, abounding in love to all who call to you.

Because of Christ in you, you are good. He makes you righteous.

TYPE 2

Zephaniah 3:17

The Lord your God is with you, he is mighty to save. He will take great delight in you, he will quiet you with his love, he will rejoice over you with singing.

Because of Christ in you, you are wanted and loved.

TYPE 3

Matthew 11:28-30

Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.

Because of Christ in you, you are valued for simply being yourself. You can rest in His accomplishments.

TYPE 4

Psalm 139:13-14

For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well.

Because of Christ in you, you are special. You are seen, loved and valuable.

TYPE 5

Isaiah 40:31

But those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.

Because of Christ in you, you will always be replenished. Your needs are not a problem.

TYPE 6

Joshua 1:9

Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go.

Because of Christ in you, you are safe and secure. He is always with you and for you.

TYPE 7

John 4:14

But whoever drinks of the water that I will give him will never be thirsty again. The water that I will give him will become in him a spring of water welling up to eternal life.

Because of Christ in you, you can be completely satisfied. He has planned a magnificent future for you.

TYPE 8

Isaiah 41:10

So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.

Because of Christ in you, you are protected. You will not be betrayed.

TYPE 9

Ephesians 2:10

For we are God’s handiwork, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do.

Because of Christ in you, your presence matters. God sees you and created you for a specific purpose.

The Peak of Happiness

Positive psychology is a big buzzword these days. Look at how many books at Borders and Barnes & Noble have “happiness” in the title.

Studies on topics such as resilience, well-being and gratitude have made their way from academic journals to mainstream magazines. More than 200 colleges and universities in the U.S. offer courses in the field.

This up-swell of interest represents a dramatic shift in psychology. For decades, the emphasis in both theory and practice had been on dysfunction, mental illness and repairing emotional damage.

Then in 1998, University of Pennsylvania psychology professor Martin Seligman used his position as president of the American Psychological Association to promote the scientific study of happiness.

Though Seligman is credited with coining the term “positive psychology,” the idea of focusing not on what’s wrong with us but what’s right with us originated with another noted American psychologist more than 40 years earlier—Abraham Maslow.

He was known for his groundbreaking studies on personality and motivation, and his concepts like self-actualization, peak experience, and synergy have become part of our everyday language.

With this year being the 100th anniversary of his birth, it’s a fitting time for a look at the life and legacy of the pioneer of positive psychology.

Maslow was born in Brooklyn, New York, to struggling Russian-Jewish immigrant parents. They had come to the United States for religious freedom and economic opportunity, and throughout his life, Maslow cherished these qualities in our nation.

Thomas Jefferson and Abraham Lincoln became his heroes when he studied American history in high school; decades later they remained prime examples when he began developing his theory of self-actualizing people.

After floundering a bit at two New York colleges, Maslow transferred to the University of Wisconsin in 1928. There, he found his academic footing. Abe, as everyone called him, decided to major in psychology for what he saw as its practicality and social usefulness.

He wanted a career that would “help change the world.” He never stopped believing that social science could accomplish this goal.

Maslow’s six years at Wisconsin were important professionally and personally. Avidly studying many approaches, he was most drawn to the work of Alfred Adler, famous for his theory of individual psychology.

Optimistic and socially oriented, it emphasized the importance of parenting and schooling in helping children develop into emotionally healthy adults.

Maslow married his cousin Bertha Goodman, also a student at the university. Both were barely 20 years old. As he later reminisced, early marriage gave him a tremendous boost of self-confidence and stability. The two would be together his entire life and raise two daughters.

After receiving his Ph.D., Maslow returned with his wife to New York City. He joined the faculty of Brooklyn College in 1937 and immediately proved to be a charismatic teacher. He had a warm and inspiring manner. Students dubbed him the school’s Frank Sinatra and even cried if they were crowded out of his hugely popular classes.

In the 1940s Maslow developed his influential hierarchy of inborn needs. His goal was to understand and explain all human motivation—”Why do people do what they do?”—by integrating all existing approaches including Freudian, Adlerian, behaviorist, and cognitive-gestalt into one cohesive meta-theory.

Maslow thought each approach had its valid points but failed to encompass the big picture of personality. He theorized that human beings are motivated by their needs, which he diagrammed as a pyramid with five levels, starting with the most basic physiological needs at the bottom and rising through progressively higher, more psychological needs.

During the war years Maslow began pioneering another field: the study of emotionally healthy, high-achieving men and women—those he would later call self-actualizing.

Starting by analyzing the traits of people he admired in history and in his own life, he became increasingly excited by his investigations. He wrote in his diary, “I think of the self-actualizing man not as an ordinary man with something added, but rather as the ordinary man with nothing taken away. The average man is a human being with dampened and inhibited powers.”

Maslow interviewed many high achievers and discovered to his surprise that they often reported having peak experiences in their everyday lives: that is, moments of great joy and fulfillment. The psychologically healthier they seemed, the more often they experienced such transcendent moments.

Most of his interviewees weren’t religious. Nevertheless, they frequently used language that was almost mystical in describing their peaks of happiness—usually related to feelings of accomplishment in work or family life.

In 1954 Maslow published his landmark book, Motivation and Personality. It was a synthesis of nearly 15 years of theorizing about human nature, and it catapulted him to international acclaim. His tone was bold and confident: “The science of psychology has been far more successful on the negative than on the positive side…It has revealed to us much about man’s shortcomings, his illnesses, his sins, but little about his potentialities, his virtues, his achievable aspirations, or his psychological health.”

Especially in such growing, practical fields as education and business management, Maslow’s optimistic view of human attainment and creativity aroused tremendous interest. He moved to fledgling Brandeis University outside Boston and become head of its psychology program.

During the 1960s, Maslow’s career blossomed. Entrepreneurs sought his advice on motivating their employees. On the West Coast, where new ideas on what he called “enlightened management” were rapidly taking root in the high-tech field, his approach to job satisfaction had particular impact.

In these years, Maslow popularized the term “synergy” to describe work teams in which the whole is greater than the sum of its parts. When employees were encouraged to work together to maximize their personal strengths through interesting, challenging tasks, Maslow correctly predicted, their productivity and innovation would soar.

Stricken by a heart attack in 1967, Maslow relocated with Bertha to the San Francisco Bay area for its milder climate, and continued to write, teach, and consult.

Despite ill health, his commitment to awakening human potential never wavered. “I have a very strong sense of being in the middle of a historical wave,” he wrote. “One hundred fifty years from now, what will historians say about this age? What was really important? My belief is that…the ‘growing tip’ of mankind is now growing and will flourish….”

Maslow was right. Long after his death from a heart attack in 1970, his ideas live on in the field of positive psychology.

Read more about Maslow in Positive Thinking 101

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The Original Positive Thinker

Heading to the great outdoors this summer to recharge your batteries? You can thank a transcendentalist for the idea. Turning to nature for spiritual sustenance might seem like an obvious thing to do, but a mere century and a half ago it would have struck most Americans as pretty farfetched (the woods used to be considered a place of danger and darkness).

How about the statement “I’m spiritual, but not necessarily religious”? You’ve probably heard that from a fair number of people. Again, it was the transcendentalists—Ralph Waldo Emerson, Henry David Thoreau, Bronson Alcott, Margaret Fuller and a handful of others—who initially popularized this idea. Even the concept of positive thinking itself had its first champions in this small, short-lived, yet incredibly influential group of New England thinkers.

What exactly were the transcendentalists trying to get at? Start with the word “transcend,” which means to move above and beyond ordinary categories and the limitations that come with them. At heart, that’s what the transcendentalists were going for. Living in a land that was redefining what a nation could be, they saw themselves as seeking a new, and greater, definition of what a human being could be.

None of them worked harder at this task than their most famous and influential member, Ralph Waldo Emerson. America’s original positive thinker, Emerson was a tireless promoter of the basic transcendentalist idea that human beings are larger—infinitely larger—than they think they are. “A man,” he wrote, “is the facade of a temple wherein all wisdom and all good abide.” What we need to do is overcome the self-imposed habits of thought that prevent us from fully realizing this potential. Or as Emerson put it, “The only sin is limitation.”

Shedding old ways of thinking sounds fine on paper. But anyone who’s tried to change, truly change, knows that in practice, it’s a whole other matter. How do we go about doing it? Through his essays, Emerson has given us three keys for unlocking the wisdom and goodness within.

Believe in Yourself
There is in each person, Emerson wrote, a “vast-flowing vigor,” an energy that we can rely upon in any circumstance. Every one of us can tap into this bottomless spiritual reservoir. But we have a tendency to deny it. Have you ever felt overwhelmed by stress and thought, Things never go my way? Beaten yourself up over your mistakes? Deflected a compliment by saying, “Oh, it was nothing”? These are all examples of self-defeating thoughts, also known as stinking thinking.

And that, so often, is what gets in our way. An unwillingness to have faith in our true potential is the single greatest setback to achieving it. “To believe your own thought,” Emerson wrote, “to believe that what is true for you in your private heart is true for all men—that is genius.” Next time you catch yourself slipping into a distorted thinking pattern, stop and do a reality check. Things just aren’t going my way right now. Then act like a genius and give yourself some credit. I might have made some mistakes along the way but what I accomplished is something to be proud of.

Peak Moments
All of us have experienced times when we’re deeply in tune with life and with ourselves, when everything comes naturally. Psychologist Abraham Maslow, father of the human potential movement, called these “peak moments.” More recently, psychology professor Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi has used the term “flow” to describe this state of total engagement. Athletes call it being “in the zone.”

The problem, Emerson realized, isn’t so much how to reach these peaks. It’s how to trust what we learn during them. “Our faith comes in moments,” he wrote. “Our vice is habitual.” The unavoidable humdrum aspects of daily routines dull our memory of how things are when we’re at our best. “So much of our time is preparation, so much is routine, and so much retrospect, that the pith of each man’s genius contracts itself to a very few hours.”

That’s why we need to burn the lessons of those few hours into our minds. We have to hold on to the perspective and clarity we achieve at our peaks and let them sustain us when we’re less inspired. “There is a depth in those brief moments,” Emerson wrote, “which constrains us to ascribe more reality to them than to all other experiences.” The sheer vividness of those highs should make it easier to recall them. That doesn’t mean living in the past. Rather, think of your moments of energy and inspiration as fuel packets. Tap into them whenever you need a boost to move forward.

Positive Is Practical—and Powerful
For Emerson, a positive attitude wasn’t a passive thing, a mere lens for viewing a sometimes difficult world in a kinder light. He believed it held a genuine practical power. Emerson scholar and biographer Robert D. Richardson, Jr., explains this aspect of Emerson’s thought in a wonderfully concrete way.

Consider Emerson’s famous adage: “Hitch your wagon to a star.” Advice that “sounds impractical if beautiful,” Richardson notes. “But it turns out to have an unexpected grounding in the real world. Emerson was thinking…about the tide-mills that used to exist along the East Coast. The incoming tide would turn the wheel one way, the outgoing tide would turn it the other; both ways ground grain and sawed wood, and it was all done by hitching the mill to the tides which are hitched to the moon. So Emerson means his spiritual advice literally.”

Don’t be intimidated by Emerson’s high-sounding language. Take his use of the word “soul.” “The soul is not an organ,” he writes, “but animates all the organs;…is not a faculty, but a light; is not the intellect or the will, but is the master of the intellect and the will.” It is “the background of our being—an immensity that cannot be possessed.” He isn’t talking about some daunting metaphysical abstraction. He’s talking about your true self—the person you are when you’re at your best, your boldest, your most alive and real.

Emerson believed that “the learned and the studious…have no monopoly of wisdom.” Much as he admired scholars, he knew they were often less likely to find their way to an experience of the authentic self than an ordinary person was. “Great is the soul, and plain,” he wrote in that populist spirit that one of his early readers, Walt Whitman, so loved and celebrated. “It is no flatterer, it is no follower…It always believes in itself.” In this and so many other ways, Emerson is the quintessential American philosopher: deep yet democratic, sophisticated yet simple as a glass of cold water on a summer day.

His views didn’t always play well with his contemporaries. He came from a long line of clergymen and started out as one himself. That made the churchmen of his day particularly critical when his thinking diverged from theirs. They found in Emerson’s rhapsodies on the mystic soul the evidence of a troublingly unorthodox sensibility.

Emerson did read deeply in religious writings outside the Judeo-Christian tradition. He studied the Bhagavad-Gita and other Far Eastern spiritual classics decades before it became fashionable. What Emerson’s studies brought him to was a greater understanding that God is in each of us and in the natural world around us—an idea that we almost take for granted today. It explains Emerson’s unflagging faith in the self’s native sufficiency and rightness, his belief that if we find our true spiritual center and act from it consistently, there is nothing we won’t be able to accomplish.

Still, that’s not to say that Emerson saw life as an easy stroll down the street. He was no stranger to hardship. By his early 30s, when he began writing the essays that would make him famous, he had already lost two brothers and buried his wife. He eventually remarried, only to lose his firstborn son at the tender age of five. These tragedies didn’t rob Emerson of his faith in life’s essential goodness, however. They only strengthened it. For him, thinking positively was a way to overcome life’s hurdles, never a means of escape from them.

If you read Emerson’s essays—”Experience” and “The Over-Soul” are excellent ones to start with— you will be amazed to see how many of the insights that fill today’s books and programs on self-improvement originated at his writing desk. From 12-Step programs to this magazine, there isn’t a single contemporary tool for learning how to think positively that wasn’t originally crafted, at least in part, by our greatest American philosopher.

“To finish the moment,” Emerson wrote, “to find the journey’s end in every step of the road, to live the greatest number of good hours, is wisdom.” Emerson and his fellow transcendentalists would be thrilled to know we are seeking—and experiencing—that wisdom for ourselves.

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The Office Cold

I almost skipped my blog today. I woke up with a cold and all of you, especially this time of year, know what that’s like.

It’s the dreaded office cold, that annual bug that burns its way through a staff. Those who contract it first are the lucky ones—they get the misery over with. The rest of us cower behind our desks, avoid contact with the infirm and wash our hands so frequently that the skin begins to slough off.

That’s me, gobbling vitamins and thinking seriously about wearing a surgical mask as the coughers and sneezers close in. I’m like one of those noblemen in Boccaccio’s Decameron, hunkered down waiting for the Plague to strike.

When the cold finally hits it is almost a relief. I want to stagger back to bed and disappear under the covers for a few days. No need to write a blog. They’ll understand.

That’s when my mother’s voice pipes up. “There’s nothing wrong with me,” she’d always insist, despite overwhelming evidence to the contrary. Mom could be standing there with an arrow through her head and she’d still insist she was in perfect health. It went beyond denial. It was almost delusional. While others groaned and moped, she kept going. Her favorite action to take when she felt something coming on was to scrub and wax the kitchen floor. I’m not kidding.

Was my mother crazy? Maybe not. She was a child of the Great Depression, a time much like today when people faced tremendous fear and uncertainty. Deprivation was everywhere and with so much going to pieces around her, I think she felt it was irresponsible to get sick let alone give in to it. It’s not a health regimen I’d recommend yet for Mom it worked. She could endure the physical wretchedness of a cold or flu but to think of herself as a sick person was more than she could bear. She’d rather pretend she wasn’t.

I’m not quite up to that but in the end I decided I should write this blog. I thought of all the times my mother was obviously under the weather—obvious to everyone but her—and she still managed to get me to hockey practice and rehearsals of my garage band. I’m not going to be a kamikaze about my cold. I know how to take care of myself, more or less.

I’m grateful, though, for the example my mother set. I’ve written before about her incredible faith, a kind of daily faith she wore like a second skin. She drew on that faith when she didn’t feel well, especially toward the end when there was no denial powerful enough to change things.

And maybe that’s the lesson I can learn from catching the annual office cold. A certain amount of stubbornness in the face of sickness is a virtue. It helps us dig down into our faith and keep going when the sniffles hit. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going back to bed.

Edward Grinnan is Editor-in-Chief and Vice President of GUIDEPOSTS Publications.