Confident, Offended, and Dead Wrong

He was mad at me, convinced that I was attacking our church and its leadership. Although I did not once mention our church by name he was certain that the sermon illustrations I used were intended to  call attention to the challenges our church was facing at the time. There were many points in the message that closely paralleled issues our church was confronted so it was natural to assume that I had crafted the message with the intention of emphasizing those problems. 

His assumption was logical, reasonable, supported by his observations, and wrong.

I was part of a team of teachers who had been asked to each teach about one of the Kings of Israel or Judah. I requested one king, but was assigned a different one, so the lesson I taught was not one I had chosen.I had first outlined and taught on that king and the associated passage of scripture seven years earlier, at a different church, long before our current church’s problems had begun. Recognizing the potential that some might think I was attacking our church, I agonized and fretted and worked hard to stay true to the passage. I repeatedly edited and altered the message, taking out portions that I thought might be interpreted negatively.

In spite of my efforts, my friend reached the conclusion that I had selected the passage and crafted the sermon with our church in mind. It was several months before we talked face to face and I was able to correct his assumptions. When he heard the whole story his apology was genuine and sincere.

After we talked I reflected on how many times I had similarly and confidently reached a wrong conclusion about others, the occasions when I had misjudged others based on limited information.

I thought of patients I had written off as non-compliant, only to later learn that they had lost their jobs and their insurance. I remembered the many times I had wrongly thought my children were rude or disrespectful only to discover that I had misheard them. There is no shortage of examples of me confidently making quick yet erroneous assessments.

My friends, family and patients deserve better from me. It is my prayer that I will, over time, develop the habit of assuming the best in others, that I will be someone who gives others a chance to explain before I choose to condemn. I have a long way to go

- Bart

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Unexpected Encouragement

Encouragement can come from unexpected places. After a stressful week that included planning memorial services for my grandfather and arranging placement for my grandmother, stress that caused my chronic jaw pain to flare and sleep to be elusive I found myself sitting on the sofa mindless watching television. Too tired to do anything more, I sat and listened to singer after singer miss notes but still be praised by the celebrity coaches. I felt I was giving away minutes that I would never get back.

Then Jordan Smith sang “Great is Thy Faithfulness.” In perfect pitch and with minimal accompaniment, he reminded me of the hope that has sustained me throughout my life. God never, ever, fails to keep His promises. Here are the words of the hymn he sang-

Great is thy faithfulness, O God my Father

There is no shadow of turning with thee

Thou changest not, thy compassions they fail not

As thou hast been, thou forever will be

Great is thy faithfulness

Great is thy faithfulness

Morning by morning new mercies I see

All I have needed, thy hand has provided

Great is thy faithfulness, Lord unto me

Years ago, as a child of 10 I memorized these verses from Paul’s letter to his friend Timothy

For if we died with Him, we will also live with Him;

If we endure, we will also reign with Him;

If we deny Him, He also will deny us;  

If we are faithless, He remains faithful, for He cannot deny Himself. 2 Tim 2:11-13

When God makes promises, He keeps them, and nothing in this life changes that truth. I was reminded of this tonight in an unexpected way.

-          bart

A Stranger in Your Exam Room

It is often difficult for patients to discuss personal issues with their doctors. Thanks to electronic records, it just got a whole lot harder.

Electronic Medical records have been a major disappointment. In survey after survey doctors tell stories of unmet promises and unexpected failures. While electronic prescribing, data collection and legibility of records are a positive, patients tell of doctors never looking up from the computer screen and of more time waiting and less time with the doctor. Doctors feel detached from patients, are stressed when they fall behind, and wonder when the promise of easily accessed data from other doctors will ever be realized. Some of these difficulties are understandable but there is one negative aspect of electronic records that is particularly troubling to patients, especially those dealing with intensely personal issues such as mental health and family conflicts. Many doctors are hiring “scribes”, people whose job it is to enter data into the computerized record on behalf of the doctor.

For some physician’s this is a matter of survival. Inefficient medical software and limited computer and typing skills have resulted in plummeting physician productivity. Declining reimbursements and rising costs make it impossible for doctors to cut back on volume to allow them to enter data themselves. They see no choice but to hire someone to do the work for them. When paying someone $25 an hour to enter data allows you to see an additional 6 patients a day, the math is easy. Spending $200 to make $600 is a return on investment that cannot be ignored.

While physicians are comfortable with an extra person in the exam room during the interview, patients are not always in agreement. Privacy laws and confidentiality policies do not change the fact that this extra person may learn things about a patient's marriage, sex life, depression or drug use that the patient wishes they hadn't. There is a real risk that as a result some patients may withhold information crucial to their care.

So what can be done? At the moment options are limited. Patients have a right to ask that a scribe not be present, but this may strain the relationship with the physician as it is essentially asking the doctor to fall behind in the office.

Some physicians have addressed the problem by charging extra fees to patients to cover the costs of longer visits. I have seen physicians charge from $900 to $3000 dollars a year per patient to be a part of a practice that schedules fewer visits per day, giving more face to face time with the doctor. Unfortunately these membership fees are not covered by insurance and out of the reach of many families. Doctors who participate in HMO plans are contractually banned from charging such fees.

As with many medical conditions, there is no readily available treatment or cure. For the moment, doctors and patients will need to learn to live with the pain and hope things get better over time. I am not sure they will.

-          Bart

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The Wisdom of Gramps

I have spent much of the last several days thinking about my grandfather. As is often the case when a loved one is lost, his words and stories have filled my mind. He was a man who loved to laugh and tell jokes but I do not think any of his jokes were new. I doubt if any of them originated after 1955. Here are some of his favorites-

Whenever anyone asked how he was his standard reply was, "I'm older than I've ever been."

When one of his grandsons would walk in he would often say, "You get any better looking and you'll look as good as me!"

If I asked him if he could afford anything his answer was always, "I've got money I haven't spent yet!"

A few days before he died, I suggested it would be easier to put all of his money into a single account. Gramps replied, "You want to put both dollars in the same place?"

He always introduced himself by saying, "I'm Les. With one "s"

He told me several times what he wanted on his gravestone- "Les is no more."

I still laugh at the silliness of his jokes, but it is a serious comment he made when I was 10 years old that has most been on my mind. One summer my cousin and I spent a few weeks with our grandparents. We spent most of our time trying to one up each other. One morning we were debating who was greater and telling stories about why and how we were better that each other. Gramps overheard our friendly argument and called out from the other room.

"If you really were great you wouldn't have to tell anybody. They would just know." That lesson about  greatness, that it is based on your actions and not your words, has never left me.

Thanks Gramps.

- Bart