We
all wear masks.
The
Sunday-morning-at-church mask.
The
go-to-work-every-day mask.
The
how-we-behave-at-parties mask. (My favorite mask in this category: the
cocktail-reception mask. I hate cocktail receptions.)
The
how-we-talk-to-neighbors mask.
The
we’re-dealing-with-a-difficult-family-issue mask.
The
annual-job-performance-review mask (either giving one or receiving one).
The
I-have-to-deliver-bad-news mask.
We
know why we wear masks. Masks protect. They make us less vulnerable. They
defend against the unwanted and unexpected. And in The Cure: What if
God Isn’t Who You Think He Is and Neither Are You, authors John Lynch, Bruce McNichol and Bill Thrall point
out masks do other things, too.
“We can gain admiration and respect from behind
a mask,” they write. “We can even intimidate.”
I’ve had bosses who were world-class mask
wearers. Nothing is more gratifying than to become a supervisor or manager of
people – a “people leader,” in today’s organizational lexicon. And nothing is
more terrifying. Training programs abound, and I’ve taken bad ones and good
ones. But no matter how good a training program for leading people is, it’s no
substitute for the real thing. Leading people is largely a learn-by-doing
undertaking. Trial by fire.
So we wear masks. Masks can (in theory) help us from looking
inexperienced, stupid, or incompetent.
The first time I actually supervised another
person – 1984 – the company had no training program. You just did it. And my
person was a “problem person” – someone who had been agitating for a better
opportunity but did not have the right degree or experience for the opportunity
desired.
I had all kinds of words of wisdom, which I
largely ignored. I decided to treat the individual as if they knew most of what
they should be doing. I didn’t set unrealistic expectations, for the person or
for myself. I helped when it was needed, but this was a “working up to
expectations” relationship. And the individual surprised everyone and did
exactly that.
I didn’t wear a mask.
Fast forward 20 years. This time I was asked to
supervise a function with two people. One of them was considered “a problem.”
But no one had ever told the individual that. I was told it was up to me to
“get rid of the problem.”
I found the euphemism for “real live human
being” offensive. And previous supervisors had simply not done what they should
have done.
I sat down with the person and explained the
issue. And surprise – they already knew (they usually do). We worked through a
three-month performance plan, with weekly check-ins. At the end of it, the
individual gave a candid – and accurate – assessment of the results. They left
the company a few weeks later. It had been a difficult situation, but one thing
was vitally important.
Neither of us wore a mask, as tempting as it
was.
The authors of The Cure point out that “as long as we’re behind a mask, any mask,
we will not be able to receive love. Then, in our desperation to be loved,
we’ll rush to fashion more masks, hoping the next will give us what we’re
longing for: To be known, accepted, trusted and loved.”
When you wear a mask, they say, only the mask
receives love. Or respect.
Led by Jason Stasyszen and Sarah Salter, we’ve
been reading The Cure. To see more posts on this chapter, “Two Faces,” please
visit Sarah at Living Between the Lines. Next week we’ll conclude the discussion on
this chapter.
3 comments:
Love your thoughts here Glynn. What a difference it would make in marriage, at church, at work, etc if we all just stopped wearing masks. But even more so, if we decided to just treat people straight up. Thanks for the challenge today.
That was a powerful reminder...Jesus was always who He said He was and what He was suppose to do. Our older brother and Messiah has shown us the way.
I found that to be a powerful thought, that as long as we hide behind the mask, we never truly receive love. We wonder if it's the mask they love or us. In business, ministry, or personal relationships--the masks promise help or protection they can't deliver on. Great thoughts here, Glynn. Thank you.
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