FSNP: The Case Study
Forming , Storming, Norming, Performing
The forming of the group was very simple as there were no restrictions or barriers to entry (basically just turn up at 8 am at the entrance). The group was very polite too, as although I stuck out like a sore thumb due to my impractical outfit, everyone was very nice and even complimentary of my stylish taste. The group had grown from five to seven people and so there were lots of introductory conversations taking place and overall there was a real upbeat atmosphere of anticipation. That said, there was little actual agreement on anything and there were lots of questions aimed at our walking guide, which delayed our departure a little.
So bearing in mind that the original agreed arrangement, was to take a brisk early morning scenic walk and then the cable car to the top of the mountain, being part of a group whilst carrying out this activity was just an innocuous, secondary incidental. Things were initially fine in the group, but that changed about 10 -15 minutes after we set off.
You might think that the objective of moving from point A to B was simple enough and therefore so would be the circumstances, but the reality was that three of the seven in the group wanted to stop and appreciate the atmosphere and scenery. Four of the group wanted to keep moving at a fast pace and two of the seven wanted us, when we did move, to walk at a much slower pace. One of the group, who had hiked the mountain before wanted us to take a different pathway to the one we were on, as it wasn’t that well known. It is fair to say that there were a few disagreements and as a result sub groups/cliques quickly emerged.
After about an hour on the mountain, in torrential downpour, the group dynamics changed. I think it happened after we saw from a distance that the cable cars had been shut down. It was at that point there was a realisation that we would all be together for some time – whether we liked it or not. Attempting to sing ‘I will survive’ by Gloria Gaynor proved to be a humorous icebreaker and improved team spirit, in part because no one really knew the words except the all-important and relevant chorus, that we would survive!
We willingly pooled our food and drink together and in my case I had four sweets and an apple juice to offer the group. Luckily this was not all there was though and a total of five bottles of water, four oranges, three sandwiches, two bars of chocolate and a packet of biscuits was shared between us all. It certainly wasn’t a kings feast, but thankfully it was enough to keep everyone somewhat hydrated and energised. When we came across the snakes, a couple of people quickly obtained, fashioned and distributed strong sticks to everyone with such speed, it was actually quite amazing.
By the time the mousiest, beanpole of a guy, began impromptu to sing Ron Kenoly’s ‘I have known the father cares for me (he’s been good)’ (blowing us all away with his voice in the process), I knew we had transformed into a strong team, where members felt comfortable with one another. As a result, we had an amazing time of prayer, praise and worship. All the former cliques had disbanded and there was a resulting sense of cohesion, despite the obvious challenges we were trekking our way through on the mountain.
After about 4 and 1/2 hours later, when we eventually reached the top of the mountain and from there accessed the road, there was a real sense of team accomplishment and camaraderie. Each member had contributed in some way to our success (no one died and bar a sprained ankle, no one was seriously injured), whether it be guidance, direction, leadership, encouragement, prayer ministry and/or praise and worship (I think I unintentionally contributed through the provision of light relief).