The sum of the whole is other than its parts.
No, I didn’t make a typo. You thought it was “greater than its parts”, didn’t you? (That’s because you haven’t studied Gestalt psychology. Okay, neither have I.)
The latter is sometimes true, but not always so. Take, for instance, combining two parcels of real estate (the “economies of scale” principle).
But I bet you’re wondering what this has to do with “The A-Team”. Well, alright, already!
Yours truly is a part of something big. I’m merely a cog in a giant wheel—but without this little, round, integral cog, the wheel falls off and everything comes to a screeching halt.
Just like Mr. T and his A-Team, my Top 50 and I, individually, aren’t able to accomplish much (branded by some, prized by others). But in groups, the sum of the whole is greater than its puny, pathetic, pitiful parts.
Never has my entire A-Team worked all together: some serve at church; some meet for breakfast; some are other local friends; some are out-of-towners; and some live in my house.
But though my 50 don’t all know each other, they form a network in my life that makes me (and them) stronger. These are the people with whom I work, play, talk, and pray. They are the ones that sharpen me. They are the ones I forgive, and that forgive me—70 times 7. In the words of crooner Jack Johnson, We’re “Better Together.” As I mentioned last month (“Plate Spinning”), God has designed us to be with people.
My A-Team is comprised of souls that won’t shake me loose—even when I’ve had an off night (or a series of them, Ha). My comrades in arms notice when I’ve been gone. They remember to include us when it’s time for something special. We care. And we make a difference.
So a huge shout-out to my A-Team. You know who you are.
P.S. to all you TV Land fans: “I love it when a plan comes together.”