He knows my name
I have a Maker, He knows my NAME (:Archive for April, 2008
Herzberg
As I grappled with the things I didn’t understand, this motivation theory sprang to mind. Too much studying, perhaps. But it brought an obscure smile to my face nonetheless. Amidst my inability to grasp some things which happen in a relationship with others. A relationship of course including all the different kinds you can think of. I-love-you-you-love-me. BFF. Acquaintances. Family. Loved ones. Close friends. Not-so-close friends. Brothers and sisters-in-Christ.
I was just sitting around with a deflated look before a certain member of the class shouted across the room, SHE’S CRYING! That got me looking up in sheer shock before massively denying such a thing happening. And soon, all was well again, or mostly anyway.
According to Herzberg’s motivational theory, there are two main factors to consider. The hygiene factors and the true motivators. In terms of work, hygiene factors would include a basic pay, adequate working conditions and sufficient safety precautions. You get the idea, I guess. And true motivators would involve training, incentives, recognition and achievement. Basically there are those factors which need to be there, which seem redundant to properly look into, but when removed demotivate people to work properly. True motivators exist to spur workers on to reach greater heights. But, well, enough of that.
In my storm of a head, I realised some basic requirements in a relationship that when removed, destroys the bond shared between people. And there are obviously those true motivators that keep the relationship moving and thriving well and good.
And as these thoughts went through my mind, I kept seeking for an answer, an answer to all these unnecessary problems and heartbreak. The silly moments when I think some things just aren’t going to work out, some friendships that are bound to fall apart for various sorts of reasons, some differences that seem so difficult to sort out. When these moments occur, I often comfort myself, perhaps in denial, that everything is going to iron itself out, that everything is going to be alright. But when similar problems crop up, I doubt more, I question more, and it definitely hurts that much more. It isn’t entirely within my capacity to comprehend these problems, and IMHO, thinking too much doesn’t help matters either. But running away, and not facing them head on, is no way out surely.
Some things, are just left in God’s hands. He definitely knows what should not be revealed to us, for the greatest mysteries shall be revealed to us when the time is ripe.
Living He loved me
Dying He saved me
Buried He carried my sins far away
Rising He justified freely forever
One day He’s coming
O glorious day!