When I wasn't a Christian, I sort of found it enduring to hear a person speak "christianese," and in all honesty, I admired those who weren't afraid to show what they believe, even if they used typical Christian phrases.
In the area where we used to live, there was this man who would dress up in a white robe and take a cross and stand on a three mile bridge that crossed the bay. He didn't yell at passing cars, he just held up that cross toward the traffic.
On different occasions with different people I'd hear comments like, "what a nut job," or "crazy Christians." But I never felt that way about him. I admired him for his conviction...(even as a non-Christian,) I knew what that meant.
People can get offended at the ways that Christians speak, and sometimes how we/they behave. But I can tell you one thing, the image of that guy on that bridge stuck with me so much that I'm writing about it ten years later.
Certain things that people said to me over the years stuck with me too.
I think what's more important is the heart behind what's being said or done.
People can become so concerned over how to phrase a sentence in a way that will not "offend" or sound cliche that they actually might just remain silent, and that might just be worse.