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what do leaders look like? what must we do to appear as good leaders?

when the bible talks about the fire of God, I always picture this great fireball thing like in street fighters (woo Ryu!). budden i rmb this forensic story i read recently (Readers Digest! But it was quite a crappy story), that taught me that a fire that consumes everything, till even human bone bears a mark, is not the inferno we picture in our minds, but one that begins from a fallen candle perhaps, but one that burns slowly and burns long.

everyone likes bonfires. it's big, indicative of exciting things to come. but while it attracts people to stand around, it's not long that one can stay around it. why? it burns too strong and sends smoke into peoples' eyes; it's too hot, people need a more refreshing activity.

so it is with us. sometimes we are on the mountaintop, and we burn bright and people get attracted. not to you per se, but to the anointing. that's good! that's what leaders look like - if you went to the site on the previous post, that's exactly what good leaders are in the spirit. you attract attention because of that something strange in you, a strange mindset, a thought-provoking perspective of the world - which is actually the cross in you. then you point them to Jesus. we're not so much the well-dressed, sharp, funky people we really wanna portray - strong leadership is built on a foundation which is REAL.

so be grumpy - according to your capacity, if you can't hold it in, let it out! trust that people will catch you, will contain you and accept you. cos guess what, sometimes it's cos we went through that ourselves. cheers guys. =)

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