I hate going to the dentist.
Honestly, it embarrasses me. I’m a lazy tooth brusher and I regularly boycott flossing. I’m against mouthwash on principle and I change my toothbrush as seldom as possible. Now, I DO brush daily but obviously not enough to keep from getting massive cavities.
I hate going to the dentist. Not because he inflicts incredible pain upon me (which he does), but because he looks inside my mouth and points out hidden flaws. He singles out the cavities that are slowly eating my teeth and he exposes my bad habits that cause decay.
I hate going to the dentist and I avoid it at all cost, even praying to get sick so I can cancel appointments. But… Sometimes in life you just have to do things you don’t want to do. And thats how I found myself semi-reclined in a chair with a drill in my mouth for two hours today, fixing a tooth that was, apparently, mostly cavity.
I would love to say the two hours flew by in a blur but the truth is they crawled by with an uncomfortable clarity. I was painfully aware that my dentist – who also happens to be my friend – was seeing and fixing the decay I had caused. Honestly, I would have given anything to have not been in that chair at that moment, even if it meant living with death and decay in my mouth.
There was only one reason for me sitting in that chair: My friend. He is an expert on healthy teeth and I have complete trust in his ability to cut out cavities. But even more importantly, he is committed to telling me things I don’t want to hear about my own mouth. Without him looking me in the eye and very candidly identifying areas of decay, I would be still be living with them right now.
Candid conversations are the ONLY way sin gets addressed. Avoid the conversation and the people you have relationships with avoid facing their decay. Live with the cavity long enough and they die.
Save a life. Be a friend and lovingly point out decay.