Who is Dr. Sidney Starkman?
-Head of the Geffen School of Medicine’s emergency neurology training program.
-Co-director of the UCLA Brain Attack Team (stroke response team).
-Founder and coordinator of a well-respected program at UCLA (Stroke Force) in which I’m a student coordinator.
-Temporarily, an employer of mine.
-A likely future employer of mine, since I will be taking a gap year after graduation and am strongly considering working in his office for the duration of it.
-In all likelihood, also the employer of at least one person reading this.
-Incredibly accomplished, remarkably brilliant, and extraordinarily kind.
The story:
I mentioned that Dr. Starkman is temporarily an employer of mine. This is true as of a few weeks ago, when I got the incredible opportunity to, along with several other students, help him wrap up a clinical trial. “Help him wrap up a clinical trial” entails sitting around a table going through binders upon binders of patient information checking for accuracy and slapping Post-it notes onto pieces of paper. It’s a task that is only slightly more glamorous than I’m making it seem, but I am deeply grateful for the opportunity.
Fast-forward to this afternoon, my fourth day of work. After we’d been working for an hour and twenty minutes, Dr. Starkman pointed out that I was doing something erroneously. Later on in the day, he mentioned that he wanted to review my work before I left because he was concerned about the quality. Fortunately (or unfortunately, depending on how you see it), I’ve committed enough errors and been called out for enough of them over the years that I typically don’t have to collect my fragile feelings and stop being butt-hurt to move on. Correction is, after all, necessary for improvement.
To my surprise, this bothered me. A lot. Even after he reviewed my work and found only one or two things to critique, the silly self-justifying questions found a way in. “See? You called it excellent work at the end. How was that not just as good as anyone else’s work? Didn’t you review my work two days ago and find that it was on par with what you’re asking for? You noticed one small error that wouldn’t affect the overall quality of my work and felt like you couldn’t trust me because of that? Why can’t you look at me with as much admiration as I deserve?!”
The petty insecurities answered with vigor: “Well, you were doing something he didn’t want you to do, weren’t you? Dr. Starkman did get frustrated with you when he didn’t get frustrated with some of the others. He runs a meritocracy and doesn’t play favorites, which just means you have less merit. See, this is what people do when they’re deluded about their abilities. You’re a slow learner. I think this means you’re really dumb, Winston!”
Steady on. When we’re thus perturbed, it’s likely due to a heart problem (not à la atherosclerosis, but in the Jeremiah 17:9 sense).
The resolution:
Thankfully, God is accessible via prayer and a good friend, Daniel Stevens, was accessible online. This is the not the first time I’ve needed this brother to redirect me to the Word, work with me to identify the heart problem, and help me see where the rubber of biblical doctrine meets the road of daily living. It will certainly not be the last. I want to walk you through my process, because I realized that these are issues we will all (sans only a few) wrestle with as Christians with bosses in the workplace.
I told Daniel I did not think the issue was that I feel like my work should remain unquestioned. I’m not saying I’m humble (and within the next few paragraphs you will find, if you have not already, that I most certainly am not). I’m just saying that wasn’t the feeling.
I identified three possibilities as to what the underlying issue might be: fear of man (i.e. primarily, and therefore sinfully, desiring other people’s approval), frustration with my shortcomings, or trying to demonstrate my abilities to a boss. The third can be a wise and correct thing to do, if properly motivated.
Fear of man? I told Daniel that, when Dr. Starkman said that he was concerned about my work, I didn’t care what everyone else in the room thought. I understood that to mean that I was not being affected by a fear of man, at least among my peers.
Frustration with my shortcomings? Though that battle is far from won, it did not seem to be a factor.
Why would I feel the need to do well before my boss? Per Daniel’s prompting, I started listing what I thought were the two possible dominating motives: to glorify Christ in my excellence, or a sinful fear of man—if not among my peers, then at least with regard to Dr. Starkman. But then I realized that, if the glory of Christ possessed the throne in my heart at the moment*, then I would have been more concerned that the other people in the room had seen my fumble. But, I wasn’t. I would have thought not just about my boss’s perspective, but about my coworkers’ perspectives as well.** But, I didn’t.
*It always does, at the most fundamental level. Sometimes, however, I do what I do not want to do, or do not do what I do want to do (Romans 7:17-23).
**This is not actually the reaction one should have when seeking to glorify Christ. It simply would have been consistent with my concern regarding Dr. Starkman’s perception of me. One does not glorify Christ primarily by making no mistakes that other people can see.
When I consider the biblical mandates and exhortations to hope in God and not worry, seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, put our trust in him and not in princes (as the psalmist pens it), and so forth, I realize something. I am far less assured of the sovereignty and goodness of God than I ought to be. I either do not primarily desire sanctification because I don’t think it’s the best thing for me, or I forget that God does all things unto my sanctification and his glory (Romans 8:28-29). From layoffs to job interviews to promotions, there is nothing that comes to me that does not pass through the fingers of God (I think I’m quoting someone, but I don’t know whom I quoting). God is good. God is sovereign. God accomplishes all of his purposes for his glory.
I told Daniel that I’d never dealt with this sort of situation before; there’s never been a person whose perception of me seemed to matter so much. As a person hoping to work even more regularly under him in the near future, and as a coordinator and representative of one of his undergraduate programs, I am easily oversold on the importance of what Dr. Starkman thinks of me. I don’t want him to think he made a bad choice. I don’t want my failures to affect the progress of Stroke Force.
When we fear man, we must always ask the question, “Before whom do we want to be justified?” When we realize that it is only before God that we will ultimately be held accountable, there’s a strong paradigm shift. When we realize that we cannot attain justification before him by our own merit, but that through the death and resurrection of Christ we are reconciled to him, there’s an endless source of joy. His righteousness is counted to us, and he pays the penalty for our sins so that there is now no condemnation for those who are in Christ.
When we put our stock in what our bosses think of us, we must always ask the question, “To whom am I looking for my provision?” When we realize that God’s is the only real sovereignty and that only he is wise, we are reassured that he knows best and that being faithful according to his Word is what matters most. I believe; help my unbelief!
As Daniel summed our discussion of the Bible’s take on my situation:
“The Christian tries to honor Christ first, then do well in the eyes of the boss—while ultimately trusting in sovereign goodness, not the actions of the boss or the self before the boss.”
Of course, the application is the same. Don’t read this and go to work tomorrow morning without any pants on because who cares what the boss thinks am I right #yolo. Do everything excellently, not to make us look good, but to make Christ look good (John 3:30).
Who is God?
In the year that King Uzziah died I saw the Lord sitting upon a throne, high and lifted up; and the train of his robe filled the temple. Above him stood the seraphim. Each had six wings: with two he covered his face, and with two he covered his feet, and with two he flew. And one called to another and said:
“Holy, holy, holy is the Lord of hosts;
the whole earth is full of his glory!”
And the foundations of the thresholds shook at the voice of him who called, and the house was filled with smoke. And I said: “Woe is me! For I am lost; for I am a man of unclean lips, and I dwell in the midst of a people of unclean lips; for my eyes have seen the King, the Lord of hosts!”
Then one of the seraphim flew to me, having in his hand a burning coal that he had taken with tongs from the altar. And he touched my mouth and said: “Behold, this has touched your lips; your guilt is taken away, and your sin atoned for.”
-Isaiah 6:1-7 (ESV)