Motivational Monday|Authority in the Home

There is something called “authority” that is not really recognized today.
Authority is just the same as “having a right” to something.
When you have authority over your children, that just means that you understand your rights as a parent. You have the right to expect your children to mind you.

When you “exercise authority” you walk in your authority. You “take authority” not necessarily through punishment, or coercion, but many times, just by making it plain to your kids, “I’m the parent.” If you have children, you may find that often times, they are just waiting on you to “lay down the law” and to walk in the authority, as in “I’m the parent, and I know it”

I have found that with my own kids, that sometimes, merely voicing my position with them is enough to get them to snap back to order. I don’t need to yell or threaten. In fact, I sometimes think that parents who do this have just forgotten that they have authority, and are yelling and threatening as though they don’t.

Good bosses, don’t have to yell and commandeer their crews around. They have a good relationship with their team and in return, the team respects them. They WANT to please the boss.

Authority can often be misinterpereted by those who abuse it. Just as a police officers authority only extends as far as the law allows, a parents authority only goes as far as the law of respect allows.

When you don’t respect your children, they may obey you, but it will be a rebellious type of rebellion. That’s because, obedience without relationship, is rebellion. I think that might have been how the first archangel conducted himself in heaven. I think he might have obeyed out of duty…which in turn, led to large scale rebellion.

Parent, have you won the battle, but lost the war? Do your children serve you out of love and respect, or out of dread, terror or anger…?


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When Preparation Precedes Promotion

Les Brown  was an adopted child with a need for non stop jaw jacking. Others found him hyperactive and annoying back then. Today, he would have been doped up with Ritalin and labeled  as having attention deficit disorder.

Back then, as now, his creativity was not properly “diagnosed” as a gift, and so he was placed in a class for the mentally challenged.

Still, Les did have a winning personality, even if he was quite loud, and through the grace of God and his teachers, who came to know the sweet mannered child as “Baby love” he graduated and became a garbage man for the city.

Deep in his heart, though, he knew, he just knew, it was his destiny to become a disc jockey.

But he was also aware that preparation must precede promotion.

Les listened to the radio throughout the night, pretending he was the disc jockey, announcing the next song.

Family members heard him through the wall and told him to shut up and let them sleep.

One day, Les fearlessly approached the station manager of a radio station, clad in the best clothes he had…a straw hat and overall, and announced his life long dream of wanting to be a disc jockey.

In disbelief at his nerve, but admiring his boldness, the station manager asked him

“Do you have any background in broadcasting?”

“No sir, I don’t.”

“Well, son, I’m afraid we don’t have a job for you then.”

Thankfully, Les’ adoptive mother, Mami Brown, had taught Les to believe that all things are possible with God, and to follow his dream.

And so, after pestering the station manager multiple times,  Les  finally landed a job as a “gopher”….for free!

Les decided to be a fly on the wall, and to make himself indispensable to his employer…all for no salary.

Eventually, Les became so popular, that he was sent out with a town car to fetch celebrities such as Dianna Ross, whom he drove to the station.

But Les had no problem in doing less glorifying tasks such as taking out the trash, and running to the market to bring back sandwiches.

He knew that as he persisted in helping around the office, and doing his tasks with excellence, that one day, his chance would come.

And sure enough, it did

Les’ winning spirit enabled him to be allowed in the studio occasionally, where he avidly observed every technical detail.

Sometimes, he was even allowed to play the records, and operate the gears.

And then, finally, one evening, his golden opportunity came.

Rock, the scheduled disc jockey, had drunk himself half to death…and it showed.

Les called his mother and asked her to pay attention to the station, as he was sure he would be broadcasting live at any given moment.

Finally, the station manager, in desperation, called the station and gave Les the go ahead to take over for the now slushed disc jockey.

“Les, I don’t think Rock can finish his program.”

“Yes sir, I know.”

“Young man, do you know how to work the controls in the studio?”

“Yes sir,” replied Les.

Without missing a beat, Les took to the airwaves with a pop and a bang, securing his future fame in broadcasting on that special night..

“Look out! This is me LB, triple P – Les Brown, Your Platter Playing Poppa. There were none before me and there will be none after me. Therefore, that makes me the one and only. Young and single and love to mingle. Certified, bona fide, indubitably qualified to bring you satisfaction, a whole lot of action. Look out, baby, I’m your lo-o-ove man”