The Three Most Annoying things Christians say to each other

We can all be annoying at times (I for one have been told I am annoying most of the time!) While we all have our off-putting moments, we typically save our jerkiness for special occasions. It seems that it is in times of suffering and loss, those times when people are most in need of encouragement that we say the dumbest things. With this in mind I give you the three most annoying religious phrases ever spoken to me.

In reverse order:

3- “Just have faith, it will all work out.”

2- “Just trust God.”

1- “Let go and let God”

I hate cliches like this, primarily because they imply so many falsehoods about how God works.

“Just have faith”- Really? Exactly how are we supposed to do this? This is the spiritual equivalent of telling a morbidly obese patient that they “Just need to lose some weight.” The phrase implies that faith is a switch that we can flip on a whim, and that once we do, life will be unicorns and rainbows. Baloney. Faith is hard. It is hard because it requires us to believe in someone and something we cannot see and cannot feel (See Hebrews 11:1). It is hard because faith requires that we have faith in God with no clear concept of what that will mean in this life. This is why the “it will work out” part of the phrase, while an eternal truth, is a short term lie. Countless martyred Christians testify to the truth that their faith did not work out so well in the short term, as can the millions of oppressed and persecuted believers around the world. This life does not work out for everybody!

“Just trust God”- For what exactly? I have heard this said to people who have lost jobs, relationships and their health. Often what is implied in this cliché is that by trusting God or having faith we can be sure that a better job is around the corner, our spouse will soon return or our health will me instantly restored. I don't see these things promised anywhere in the Bible. Yes we need to trust God, but so often we are being encouraged to trust Him for the wrong things.

“Let go and let God”- I have NO IDEA what this is supposed to mean. I think some people say it to imply that we should quit worrying about a problem and that once we let go of our worries it will all be better. As an individual with anxiety disorder, let me just say that this is not that easy! It also implies passivity, that we need not work or expend effort resolving our issues, which is simply false.

So what should people say instead? Like so many misstatements, the truth is just a few words different from the error.

The truth is:

1- God has an eternal plan that is never changed by our earthly circumstances. When something bad happens we can be reminded, “This is terrible, but our faith in God's ultimate plan allows us to endure.”

2- We need to trust God, not that He will rectify every wrong in this life and bring health and prosperity, but that His love for us never changes and that He will give us strength to deal with our pain and loss.

3- When we see someone struggling with fear and worry, instead of telling them to “let go”, let's give them something, and someone, to hang out to. We can share how we have seen God sustain us and others through hard times, and we can reach out and “grab” them, literally with a hug, and figuratively with support, time, and encouragement.

The apostle Paul told us what we need to do- “Share each other's burdens, and in this way obey the law of Christ.” Galatians 6:2 NLT

We need to get involved in the pain and suffering of others, to take some of their pains and struggles as our own. Cliches actually do the opposite, serving as a distancing and degrading pat on the head. Let's bury meaningless cliches and work to truly encourage one another.

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A revealing outfit that revealed a lot

She was 14 years old, but she looked 18. She was well developed for her age and her outfit left nothing to the imagination. She wore extremely short shorts and a very tight and very low cut top displaying a sexuality that was inappropriate for a girl her age. I did not know if she was aware of the message she was sending by her attire but I was pretty sure that the message would be clearly heard by every teenage boy. Should I say something?

I wondered. Was it my place? Was there a way I could phrase a comment that would be well received?
It is typically a parent's place to instruct their children in appropriate dress but experience had taught me that fewer and fewer parents were stepping up to the plate in this regard. I thought of something a pastor friend had shared with a group of parents with teenage children, "Dads, you need to teach your daughters about modesty. Moms will sometimes not realize how revealing an outfit is. You know how boys think, so you need to tell your daughters when an outfit is too revealing."
Saying something would be risky, but wasn't it worth it?
I pondered my relationship with the parents. I had cared for the mom during her last pregnancy and delivered the baby. I had cared for the father after he had been severely injured. I knew them well and felt I had their trust. I decided to take a chance and address the issue.
At the completion of the visit, I turned to the patient and her mother. "I am going to say something to you that I think is important. I do not want to offend you but I think you need to know. The way you are dressed is very revealing, and I fear it may be sending a message to boys that you do not want to send." I hoped it was enough.
It turns out that to that family it was too much. It was the last time I ever saw the family. Looking back I ask myself if I would do it again.
I think I would, for I believe that part of love for people is saying the difficult thing, the painful thing and at times even the offensive thing. If we are to encourage one another and improve, if we are to grow and improve to be the people that God wants us to be, we will need people in our lives who will tell us what we need to hear instead of telling us what we want to hear.
Perhaps the writer of the Proverb had this in mind when he wrote- "Faithful are the wounds of a friend, But deceitful are the kisses of an enemy." Proverbs 27:6

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Dumbest. Patient. Ever. And what we can learn from him.

He had high blood pressure, diabetes and smoked a pack of cigarettes a day. He didn't want to take additional medications, did not want to change his diet and definitely did not want to stop smoking, yet there he was in my office, presenting for medical care. He had no interest in changing any behaviors but said he wanted to be healthy! What could I do? What could I say?

I did my best to reason with him. I explained the effects of high blood pressure, diabetes and smoking on the body. He wasn't interested. I changed my approach, bargaining with him at each visit trying to get him to do a little more to improve his health. I focused on his blood pressure first as this was where he seemed to be least resistant. As this came under better control I turned my attention again to his diabetes, only to run into a brick wall of resistance. He had no desire to change. He was going to eat what he wanted when he wanted.
Frustrated, I resigned myself to a long process. He failed to follow up for his scheduled appointments, only coming in when I refused to refill his blood pressure medications. Each time he did come in I addressed his diabetes and his smoking. Between visits the office sent reminders and made phone calls, encouraging him to address his health. After several months of this he decided enough was enough. He had his wife call the office and leave me a stern message, "Bill says that if you talk to him anymore about his smoking and eating he will find another doctor!"

I was taken aback at his words. It was as if he was saying, "You can be my doctor as long as you don't act like a doctor!" It was the most absurd message I had ever received. My reply was simple, "He will need to find another doctor."

It is easy to say that Bill was strange, that refusing to listen to someone with medical knowledge, wisdom and expertise, someone who had his best interests at heart, is something we would never do. It is easy to think that we are better and smarter. It is easy, but I think it is wrong. We are all like Bill at times, we just aren't as obvious!

Don't think so? Physically, relationally and spiritually we all have a tendency to trust ourselves more than concerned others who have our best interests at heart. Think about it-

Physically- We struggle with obesity, watch too much TV, don't exercise enough, drink too much, and engage in so many other self-destructive behaviors. We know it is bad, but we do it. Why?
Relationally- We are selfish, don't spend enough time with our family, watch too much TV, and hold onto grudges and anger, even when we know better. Why?
Spiritually- is perhaps where we are most like Bill. We want to make our own rules, pick and choose which sins to hang on to and which ones to put aside. We don't want God to tell us what to do and we even want to decide for ourselves what God is like! We ignore the truth that God knows best and that the only wise response is to simply do what He tells us. Why? Because we are broken people who need to change!

We are all like Bill, but we can choose to be different. Let's start the same way I started with Bill. Let's pick one area where we know we need to do better, and let's do better. Start with something easy if we need to, but start. Most importantly, let's make a promise to ourselves to never stop!

A Dying Man, a Hopeless Situation and a Prayer

He was dying. He was receiving the very best medical care in an outstanding hospital, yet he was dying. Days earlier he had been vibrant, active and healthy. His only medical problems had been high blood pressure and diabetes, both of which were well controlled with medications. Now he was hooked up to a ventilator, unable to breathe on his own, his lungs stiff from infection and inflammation. His heart was failing, unable to beat hard and fast enough to sustain his blood pressure and supply his vital organs. Multiple IV lines poured medications and fluids into his veins in what seemed to be a futile attempt to keep him alive. His bed was tilted with the head down to divert blood flow to the brain  in the hope that if he somehow survived he would not suffer permanent brain damage.

He was under the care of lung specialists, heart specialists, infectious disease specialists, every specialist I could think of, and yet, he was dying. We had run out of ideas. We had done all we could, and it was not enough. I felt defeated and hopeless as I went to inform his family.

I walked out to the waiting room to break the news, wanting to prepare them for the sadness that was to come and allow them to say their good-byes. Tears flowed from multiple eyes as I described the situation.

"Is there anything else we can do?," his wife asked.

"We are doing everything we can," I replied.

And then I realized there was one more thing I could do. I asked, "Would it be okay if I prayed with you?"

"Certainly!" she replied.

So I prayed. I do not remember the exact words I used, but I do remember admitting that I did not know what else to do and asking God to make him better.

To my surprise, God did. For reasons no one could explain, he got better. The infection disappeared, his lung stiffness went away and his heart began to do its job. His blood pressure climbed back to normal. Within just a few days he was breathing on his own. He was alert and talking and in full possession of his faculties. To my further amazement, when he left the hospital a few days later he no longer needed diabetic or blood pressure medicines!

I learned some important lessons that day. I learned that it is okay to admit that you do not know what to do. It is okay to tell the truth, and it is okay to ask permission to pray, even when you do not know if the family has faith.

It is also okay to ask for a miracle, because every once in a while, you get one!

Demanding Respect Doesn't Work and 5 ways Respect can be Earned

Have a hard time dealing with condescension and disrespect?  How we respond to negative treatment says a lot about us and our insecurities, a lesson I have learned the hard way.

I have respect issues. Nothing pushes my buttons like condescension and dismissal. Disrespect and ridicule are a common part of medical training and I did not handle it very well. Disrespect is particularly common in surgeons. I did not appreciate their arrogance and made it a point to defend myself. One interaction I had with a rude gynecologic oncologist became well known throughout my med school class.
In my third year at UCI (University of California Irvine) Medical School I was assigned to be the "second assistant" for a hysterectomy, which means I was given the privilege of standing by the patient's feet while the surgeon and OB-Gyn resident performed the surgery. Like a 4 year-old child at a dinner party, second assistants are to be seen and not heard. Nothing was said to me for the 90 minute procedure. Nothing. No instruction, no description of the procedure, no background on the patient's history, not a word until the case was wrapping up, at which time the attending looked over at me and asked, "So Bart, where did you get your undergraduate degree?"
"UCI," I replied, surprised to be noticed.
"Oh, another f----ing Irvine-Irvine student. Like we need another one of those!"
My anti-disrespect mechanism kicked in immediately. Game on.
"Where did you go to medical school?" I asked innocently.
"I went to UC Davis," he responded with pride.
"I applied to Davis," I said, "but I did not get in." Pause for effect, then- "They told me I wasn't dumb enough."
End of conversation. Game over.
As we left the operating room the resident called me aside, "You can't do that!"
I was firm in my response, "I didn't start it, but I finished it!" I did pay a small price for my attitude, if for my grade in that clinical rotation I would have gotten straight A's that year. My inability to tolerate disrespect cost me.
I can say from experience that a young person desiring respect will find that a chip on the shoulder and a biting wit do not bring the desired result.
So how can a young person gain respect? How does one establish themselves as a person of value, someone who can lead and be admired? The Apostle Paul gave his young protege Timothy valuable counsel in this regard, 2000 year old advice that still resonates to day.
1 Timothy 4:12 "Don't let anyone look down on you because you are young, but set an example for the believers in speech, in conduct, in love, in faith and in purity."
Paul gave 5 ways that Timothy could demonstrate maturity and leadership-
Speech- watch what you say and how you say it. Mature people know when to speak and when not to, what to say and when to say it.
Conduct- mature people act with maturity. They control their temper and act responsibly.
Love- Mature people put others before themselves and are characterized by kindness and service.
Faith- I have seen that a life lived based on genuine faith is an admirable one. When your life is consistent with your values people notice.
Purity- So many young people bounce from one sexual relationship to the next. Those that pursue purity set themselves apart.

Hmmm. I need to follow this advice! While my quick tempered tongue can silence a critic, it is the quality of my life that gains me respect!