Mom, you don’t know what you started when you groaned about having to endure personality testing at work. I made the mistake of telling Mr. Masters in Psychology, and pretty soon we were all getting Myers-Briggs scores as evening entertainment.
And Mom, just so you know –you scored a “Wonderful”. At least, that’s how we summed it up.
As for me, I was perfectly described as someone who enjoys people’s stories, which explains the inordinate amount of autobiographies that tower on the guest room shelf.
I felt it yesterday when I was trying to learn the names of 23 freshmen in my 8th period Spanish class. As they did a writing assignment, I walked around and called them by name. When I came to someone I didn’t know, I said, Tell me something about yourself, to help me remember your name.
One student loves dance.
Another student is all about horses.
As I went around the room, I felt exactly the same as when I stood in the large room with high white walls, in the National Museum of Amsterdam.
Standing a foot away from Rembrandt’s.
That was the day I got scolded for returning to the meeting place late. I just couldn’t stop looking.
People are art.
It may be my favorite thing about teaching –this daily discovery of who people are. Quirks. Giftedness. Sense of humor. Shiny places. I can’t stop looking.
“For we are God’s workmanship, created in Christ Jesus…” (Ephesians 2:10 NIV)
So Myers-Briggs testing is maybe like trying to scrape the paint off the canvas and arrange it neatly back on the palette.
I read a book once about the different classes of people –lower, middle, upper. I fall in that middle level, although my car looks lower. Way lower.
And my people look upper.
I read about how rich people have special lighting in their homes to highlight their expensive artwork. And they have this valuation and legal paperwork for each piece of art. I can’t remember what that’s called, but I don’t think they make you fill it out at the garage sales where I’ve gotten some of my home décor.
Anyway, I think people need some of that special lighting and some kind of fancy paperwork.
For we are God’s workmanship.
I thought maybe you just needed to remember that today and to know that who you are means something very special to me.