Spiritual Quotient (SQ)
Spiritual intelligence is the results multiplier [(IQ x EQ) SQ] that comes after intellectual intelligence and the development of our emotional intelligence. Spirituality has a very practical place in business leadership and growth. Neurological studies have established that SQ enables the synchronous processing of information between our IQ and EQ. Executives that combine SQ with IQ and their development of EQ inspire greater levels of engagement and results. By experiencing how spiritual intelligence synchronizes intellectual and emotional intelligence you can learn how to out care the competition.
SQ enables us to take the leap of faith that all change and innovation requires.
Phil Johnson, CEO MBL Inc. gave the following talk at St. Matthias Anglican Church March 26, 2017.
Ships weren’t built to sit in the harbor. My ship set sail from the city of Brantford on December 1, 1953. Our family lived in a small 2 bedroom post war bungalow where my mom and dad raised 3 boys. I was the youngest and quite a surprise as my mother was in her early-40s when I was born. Three boys in one small bedroom and a coal burning furnace with no air conditioning – it wasn’t always pretty.
My parents were born during the early 1900s (1909 and 1910). They went as far a grade 8 in school. My father was a factory worker who never made more than $5/hour. During WWII he served a Sargent in a mortar artillery platoon in North Africa. His men used to call him “the old man” because he was 29 years old when he enlisted. As a younger man he had played semi-pro baseball. My dad made his own beer and I helped. My mom was a factory seamstress that left that job to take care of our family.
I was born 6 weeks prematurely and weighed approximately 4 pounds. My first 6 months were spent in an incubator at the Brantford General hospital. My dad brought breast milk to me each day on his bicycle because he didn’t own a car. I have dyslexia. It is a neurological disorder I was born with. I notice it most when I am trying to spell or read. It can cause me to re-arrange numbers and words in my mind. I did not realize I had the condition until about 30 years ago. There was no such thing as “dyslexia” or “ADD” in those days.
I failed Grade 3 and Grade 5 and was labelled as a “slow learner.” I used to pray that the teacher would never ask me a question and I rarely made eye contact. Many times the back of my shirt would be soaked with sweat by the time class was over. Getting a “C” was great – “A’s” and “B’s” were out of the question. And in the early years when I was promoted to the next grade I was often put on “September Trial."
Some of the guys I grew up with went to Kingston (prison) and it wasn’t Queens University. As a child my earliest memories were that our neighborhood had dirt roads (asphalt, TV and private phone lines came a few years later). We also had a milk man, bread man and egg/potato man that made deliveries in horse drawn trucks.
I started working when I was 9 years old pulling copper wire out of the back of factory dumpsters and selling it for 5 cents a pound. That was my “allowance” (Friday’s scale night). By the time I was 12 I was working in a produce factory loading boxcars with 30 lb crates of corn stacked 10 high and taking salt tablets; I also worked as a caddy at the local golf course … I had money. Life was good!
A few years later