The Broken Finger Syndrome

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The Broken Finger Syndrome

The Broken Finger Syndrome

A young brunette goes into the doctor’s office and says to the doctor that her body hurts wherever she touches it.

“That’s impossible,” the doctor says. “Show me.”

She takes her finger and pushes her on elbow and screams in pain. She pushes her knee and screams; she pushes her ankle and screams again. She touches her ear lobe and yells in pain.

The doctor sat there a minute observing his patients behavior and says, “Are you a natural blonde?”

“Why yes, she says, “I just recently died my hair brown.”

“I thought so,” the doctor says. “You have a broken finger.”

My good friend, Brother Kenneth Bow shared that joke with me. We both had a good laugh. He shared the fact with me too, that there are a lot of people with broken fingers. With apologies to him, let me explore this line of thinking a bit more.

Most Politicians Have “The Broken Finger Syndrome”

It seems that every administration blames the previous administration for all of its woes.

High taxes
The poor economy
Unemployment

The “Broken Finger Syndrome” Is Found In Every Community And Also In Every Church.

Those with this affliction find pain everywhere. Everything they touch seems to hurt them. They find pain in all of their relationships. They are easily recognized by their constant exclamations of pain.

We all have met those that stay upset about things in their local church. They constantly yell in pain about the leadership in the church.

The Pastor Hurts Me!

He’s always preaching right at me.
He doesn’t like me.
He offended me.
He corrected my child.
He hurt me.
I’m not being fed
I’m not being used here.
I’m leaving.
(They constantly yell in pain about the pastor.)

The Worship Leader Hurts Me!

The music style offends me.
I can’t worship to the songs they use.
It’s not my style
I plug my ears because of the sound.
(They constantly yell in pain about the worship leader.)

The Church Members Hurt Me!

I don’t belong here!
You’ll never believe what they did to me!
I’m hurt because of them!
They offended me!
They’re bringing people into our church from the “Projects”.
I don’t fit in!
I have no friends here.
I have more friends in the world than I do in church.
They all hate me!
They are all so critical.
They are all so self righteous.
Someone always keeps sitting in my pew.
There is nothing here but cliques in this church.
My children don’t get invited to the young people’s parties.
I’m changing churches and getting away from all these hypocrites.
(They constantly yell in pain about the members of their church.)

My In-laws Hurt Me!

They never have loved me.
They’re trying to control my life.
They’re nosey.
I can’t stand them.
(They constantly yell in pain about their in-laws.)

My “Ex” Hurts Me!

My “Ex” destroyed my life.
My “Ex” tore down my self-esteem.

My “Ex” is a psychopathic.
He’s hiding money from me.
(The constantly yell in pain about their “Ex”.)

My Parents Hurt Me!

They physically abused me.
They emotionally abused me.
They were very controlling.
(They constantly yell in pain about their parents.)

My Children Hurt Me

My children drive me up a wall.
I can’t stand them.
(They constantly yell in pain about their children.)

The List Goes On And On…

If You Thought There Was A Problem Before…

Just Wait Till You Tell That Person They Have A Broken Finger!

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As Sunday School children in the 1950’s ,we sang a little song that went like this:

It’s Me Oh Lord Standing In The Need Of Prayer

Author Unknown

1. Not my father, not my mother, but it’s me, O Lord,