Thursday, April 29, 2021

How to Handle a Drama Queen or King



Did you ever have a conversation with someone that turned out to be a one-way ticket to their drama?


Whatever we say, if it isn’t within the strict boundary of their thinking, we will hear things like “That’s not what this is about,” “You’re taking me too literally,” "That's not what I said," and then the going-over again of their “concern” until, they hope, we begin to commiserate along their lines.


And when we don’t say what they hope to hear, in order to end the “going over it again,” we literally have to interrupt and change the subject or end the conversation entirely.


When we hang up or walk away from such conversations, we find ourselves asking, “What just happened?”


And when the other person hangs up or walks away, they are often frustrated and angry in our refusal to tow their line. They then immediately turn their interaction with us into yet another complaint that they can then get on the horn and lament and exaggerate about to others. 


I found a great definition of this behavior on the internet that sums it up perfectly:


“Being crisis-prone in relationships means that you’re constantly creating drama with your significant other. People with these tendencies tend to look for arguments just to create diversion or stimulation, or perhaps to allow themselves to come to the rescue when things go wrong.”


We all have someone like this in our life: the phone rings, and we brace ourselves for what is coming: the voice on the other end somberly pontificating how “something needs to be done.” It could be about an aging parent or grandma; their disgust at so and so's wedding invite list (especially if their name isn't on it!); the way so-and-so is raising their kids; the boss who is not crediting their efforts. 


In these conversations, we will also most likely at some point be contaminated by any number of maudlin or outrageous fantasies about any number of people’s past, present or future lives. 


These folks are rarely intending to actually do anything about the issues they raise. What they usually settle for is just to go on and on, feeling superior in their ability to detect calamity around every corner, and self-important in their endless jabbering about issue after issue.


If they do ever act on their concern, it will be theatrically drawn out due to their heightened but false sense of peril.


When I made the decision several years ago to set boundaries between myself and these Chicken Littles, I did it so that I could first of all stop inciting and engaging in this sort of dialogue myself, and second, so that I could maintain sanity going forward.


Because these folks are notorious in their defensive manipulation of throwing everything back on us when we don’t commiserate, or when we refuse to be an audience for their gossip or their going on and on with no indication they desire a solution, we will never get anywhere, and will most likely make things worse by any attempt to speak logically. 


The best way to not lose ourself or our integrity is to respond in ways that will almost always frustrate them but free us of their ongoing attempts to draw us into their melodrama. Once they realize we aren’t biting, they will give up and stop approaching. 


1. The minute they bring up a third person not involved in the conversation, I ask whether they have talked this over with that third person. If not, I tell them “I don’t feel comfortable talking about this person, or any person for that matter, behind their back. The respectful thing to do is to talk to the person.”

If they persist in going-on about that person, I acknowledge their concern and again firmly direct them back to discussing their concerns with the third party.

2. I ask questions instead of making statements or suggestions. For every thought they verbalize, I ask, “Who said that?” or “Who suggested that?” or “Where did that come from?” If they answer that nobody said or suggested the thought—that they were just expounding on “what could happen,” I respond with,

“Well, that’s just speculation. The only way to know for sure is to go and talk to the person directly, or go handle the situation directly. If you’d like me to be there when you talk to them (if it involves an aging parent or a grandparent), I’m willing. But until then, I don’t know what to tell you.”

At that point they will attempt to reiterate everything they’ve just said (because when we say these things they don’t feel heard). They may then attempt to heighten the importance of what they are saying with further embellishment and exaggerated detail.


3. That’s when I say, again, “I don’t know what to tell you” and change the subject, at which time the small talk quickly gives way to “Goodbye.”


Crisis-prone people are addicted to drama and meddling in other people’s lives the same as an alcoholic is to booze. 


Maybe at first we sheepishly have to admit we rather like being drawn into their drama, either because we want to be confided in or because we can’t help wanting to hear the gossip. However, once we’ve allowed ourselves to be party to their behavior, good luck extricating from it.


If we try to “help” or “be there for” crisis-prone individuals in one problem, a litany of new issues is sure to follow and they will not hesitate to increasingly come to us, as we soon find out. 


Certainly we can’t always know when someone first reaches out if they are a crisis-prone individual. But after taking their first problem seriously, and then being contacted, shortly after, with the second crisis, we can easily discern that this is going to become a way of life with this individual. 


But we can still put on the brakes. After just a few conversations of staying the course (as outlined in the three tips above), the other person will no longer enjoy their conversations with us, and will cease reaching out. 


When I enacted boundaries with crisis-prone people, one person complained, “You don’t talk like you used to, you don’t communicate like before.” 


I take it as the most wonderful of compliments. 


We are under no obligation to submit to these “resounding gongs” and “clanging cymbals” of hand-wringing busybodies and habitual personal whiners. 


In our growing maturity and wisdom of God, we have the discernment as to when a conversation is a person’s “here we go again” or when it is a truly serious, rare and sincere problem which we must, and will graciously, give heed to. 






Copyright Barb Harwood




Sunday, April 25, 2021

Born Again: What Is It, Really?


The "new life," this being “born again,”—the rising up from the depths of bleak and disgruntled, sometimes cruel, always fallen, soul—the onset of hope sparking in our life via the Spirit of the Man who instilled it—what is it, really?

Is it an escape into our own heads, jostling for a position of superiority and advantage in an—of course—obedient humility that beckons others to join, but secretly doubts they will, and even sometimes takes pleasure that they ignore, so that we can live in continued elevation over them?


At what point does the “new life” actuate and cease in it’s striving, praying for, and serving in a good-soldier act of forcing it to bloom?


Is it verified by the cessation of immorality and debauchery alone?


Is it stamped as "Official" by words upon words single-mindedly spoken to the “lost?”


Is it curated in the hours and years spent in cavernous rooms and rural, stained-glass atriums filled with singing, praying and preaching?


Is it watered and fed in the cloistered language of evangelical Christianity spoken almost conspiratorially with other like-minded groupies?


What does “born again” even mean?


If life as a pilgrim in this virgin land of Holy Spirit has taught me anything, it’s that living the new life in Christ:


Isn’t church attendance.


It isn’t being known as a prayer warrior (and how is it that so many people seem to know this about those so labeled?)


It isn’t about our vocabulary.


It isn’t about now being His child.


It isn’t about having inside knowledge.


It isn’t about our weekly schedule revolving around spiritual activities.


It isn’t about the nature of our work, charity, volunteering and sacrifice.


It isn’t about making our congregations proud.


It isn’t about growing those same congregations.


And it is never about dogma, doctrine and denomination.


So what is it, really, this being “born again”?


I would say it’s about the “for starters:”


For starters, it’s putting down the Iphone when our spouse or child enters the room, and keeping it down.


It's showing grace to outsiders the same as to those we consider insiders.


It's choosing to see the humanity, the God-givenness, in every person, not just those in our camp.


It's exploring our fear behind differing opinions, policies and worldview, and allowing that those fears may be rooted in nothing more than our own insecurity or neediness.


It's ending the taking of so much in the world at headline or face value.


It's when asking questions, other-centeredly sincere and not self-interestedly intrusive, replaces telling.


It's inquiring of ourselves why we are so vocal about many things but are not in a position, or have not sought a position, in which to make a positive difference.


It's stopping to consider whether we live in an "us versus them" mentality or one of "goodwill toward men."


It's our Holy Spirit-given right to say "No" to the church and any of its entities. The church or a church doesn't own us. Nor does the pastor. Only Christ can lay claim to each one of us. The Holy Spirit is a gifter of discernment in all things, including and perhaps especially, religion


Born again is the all-encompassing of everything most of us leave out when we enter in to this new life with Christ. 


It is being the family member and person we profess to be, but almost always fail to be because we put more effort and belief into the profession than into the being. 


It begins with the smallest everyday aspects of life and remains there. It does not graduate from the little to the big, leaving first things behind. 


The miniscule is that towards which the Spirit will steer, pulling out all the stops to get, and to keep, us there. Assurance will follow, in the form of a growing sense of no longer being out of sorts with God.


And once we set foot—in that sweet, delicate, luscious, unbridled glen of simple clarity—what I can describe only as the second childhood of Christ’s endowing—our hearts and minds, in maiden voyage agreement, will want, and choose, to stay and live.


Born again.


It’s a pilgrim’s landing on a shoreline initially laden with ballast which we are instructed—not by the Spirit but by man (our own self and other men and women)—to take up as a cross. But so often, as it was for me, it was an imposter cross, one that Christ never asked me to carry. 


Born again is the Spirit unwaveringly whispering us to where Christ intended we be all along, unyoked from the density, heft and pressure of the outward cup.


Born again. 


It’s noticing, naming and owning, finally, through the true Spirit’s eyes, the dirt—our dirt—on the inside of our very own cup, and starting there. 


And as the Spirit cleanses, the wings of Christ gather us under Him, because we are now willing to make Him our home.  






Copyright Barb Harwood

Wednesday, April 7, 2021

Love is Kind When it Allows Others the Freedom to Be, and to Become


The following quotes are from the book, Patience: How We Wait Upon the World by David Baily Harned:


"Why is it written in 1 Corinthians 13 that love is not only patient but kind? What new element does kindness contribute? Part of the answer is that patience can be exercised, as we know, in sterile as well as fruitful ways. It is not invariably a good even when formed by love, because some loves are no more than selfish attempts to assure the continuation of our lives through others. The patience we show others in order that they might become more like us is no virtue but a work of pride, and as great a vice as impatience...Human patience is meant to reflect in some small way the forbearance of the God who made men and women to offer their own distinctive contributions, not only in what they produce but in who they are. Patient love is kind because it guards the time and space of others so that they may become whatever they choose to become, in their own way and at their own pace.

"Perhaps the most difficult lesson any man or woman must learn is to let a spouse or child or other loved one have room...Love can stifle and suffocate...if it is not shaped and ordered by constant patience." 

(bold and italics mine)