I recently ran errands with my six-year old son. During our drive questions poured out of him and he fired them off as fast as I could answer him. "What would happen if all the buildings in the world were made of Jello?" "How tall are tornados?" I stopped him long enough to tell him that I love his questions and I’m glad he likes to ask me about things. This put a smile on his face and a fire in his heart to hit me with more questions. While I admit that after a time the sheer volume of questions can start to annoy me, I’m hoping my continued availability will encourage him to keep coming to me with questions as he advances on into his pre-teen and teenage years and beyond. Call me naïve but I’ve seen what can happen when questions are not welcome in a relationship.
"If you aren't answering questions, someone else is"
Questions are too often perceived as a challenge to one’s
authority or they serve as proof of our insecurities. Weak bosses and leaders tend to distance
themselves from people who ask them tough questions because they perceive
questions as lack of support or a lack of belief in the vision or manner of
doing business. Insecure spouses get
angry or defensive when their significant other questions any part of the marriage
relationship or certain behaviors.
Parents are quick to equate their teenager’s questions with a rebellious
spirit. In each of these scenarios the
questioner learns that their questions are not welcome based on the negative
reactions of those they have questioned.
So, eventually, they quit asking.
As a result employees do not feel they or their thoughts are valued and
become less invested in the success of the organization, spouses live with
unresolved tension, feel unappreciated, and finally come to believe they are
simply coping with an unhappy marriage, and teenagers disconnect from parents
who don’t know, don’t care, or don’t understand them & their issues. All are left to come up with their own
answers to avoided questions, a.k.a. assumptions.
While it is true that some people use questions as a method
of attacking, it is my belief that the majority of questions are not a sign of
doubt but rather a sign of learning. The
best time to speak into someone’s life is when he or she asks questions. I have committed to always having an answer
to the questions that come my way, even if my answer is “I don’t know but
that’s a great question. Let’s talk
about that some more”.
"The best time to speak into someone's life is when he or she asks questions"
The most common
reasons for avoiding questions are:
Because I
don’t like the answer
Because I
don’t know the answer
Because I
want to avoid a fight
Because I’m
insecure in myself or my answer
Because I
believe the other person has an ulterior motive
Because I
hear questions as doubt or lack of faith in me
If people aren’t asking you questions it’s either because
they already think they know everything they need to know, they have been
taught that you aren’t open to questions, or worse yet they believe you don’t know
the answers. Regardless of their
reason(s) the troublesome fact is they are operating apart from you. Just because you have silenced your
questioners does not mean that the questions are not still there. The scary thing is that if you aren’t answering
questions, someone else is. A questioner
feels worthwhile and valued by the “someone else” who takes the time to
answer. So, workers quit and find
employment elsewhere, spouses gravitate towards people to listen to them and
have affairs, teenagers lock themselves in their rooms and get all their
information from peers and predatory voices online.
The moment I no longer allow my wife, children, co-workers,
or employees to ask questions (especially the tough questions) I have
effectively silenced my voice of influence in the life of the truth
seeker. What do the questioners of your
life reveal about you? Are questioners
welcome? Are there even any questioners in your life? If not, it’s either because you are the
world’s best communicator or you are avoiding some uncomfortable truths.
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