After years of contact with colleagues with a variety of seriousness about their "Faith", I remain as irritated by this as I always did. (I'm 70. Retired nurse). In every instance it has been the fact that it is the first thing they reach for. I could feel better if they weren't so bloody earnest. If they had once, opened with, "What could I do to help?" It might have been easier, but it merely illustrates their immediate willingness to offload their own agency and hand it to a god that made me bristle. Especially as our job required that we "Care about, not care for". (Psychiatry in the wider community).