A TINY LITTLE SEED

A young man of faith (around 30) is having trouble reconciling his belief in God with the timing of the deaths of two close family members.

The “Why” turns into doubt.

The doubt grows stronger, the faith grows weaker. The one you feed….

An atheist whose blog I read was asking the question of those that claim to “be spiritual”, “How do you define spiritual?”

I read some of the comments, a few from those who seem to have an understanding of things spiritual, many more from those who refute the few who made attempts to come up with a definition.

My first thought on reading the blog was, “Why do you spend so much energy talking about something that you consider total fantasy?”

We have covered this sort of question before, regarding proof of the existence of God.

My answer is always pretty much the same. It doesn’t matter what I tell you , if, ultimately, you don’t want to find Him. You can tell me that the Bible is a man-made compilation, that every act, teaching, miracle, birth, death, and resurrection attributed to Jesus has been claimed about countless others professed to be gods, that stories have been exaggerated and turn to mythological fables, and on and on and on.

But there is something that I can claim.

I used to be one way, unable to even imagine the things of God, the spiritual truths that come from Him, the Life that He has made me for. Unable to see, hear, or experience the depth of life that comes from Him, I lived a self satisfied life of seeking what I could find to satisfy my longings.

Until it didn’t satisfy.

Actually, it never did.

I used to be one way…and now I am completely different.

Same human, different spirit.

It was building over a long span of time.

But I changed in a moment.

I guess you could say that I became a “spiritual person” in that moment. The world that surrounded me, that I had been oblivious to, began to reveal itself.

A tiny seed of faith was placed in me, planted by The Sower, and it began to grow; tiny little roots, tiny little sprouts, tiny little leaves.

The fruit from this tiny plant was sweeter than anything I had ever “tasted” in the life before the seed was planted.

So, to my atheist friend I would say that spirituality is the ability to discern the effects of the invisible world around me. If you say there is no world of the spirit, then I guess I would say that you are not spiritual.

To my young friend who is engulfed in doubt, I would say, Feed the seed that was planted in you, water it, help it to grow. Seek advice from those who have survived trials, losses, pains, and troubles, and have grown stronger.

If you have received the Life from the Giver of Life, turn your eyes back to the Giver.

If you do not have the Son of God, you do not have Life.

Receive the Son.

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WHY DO I LOVE “THE CHOSEN”?

Thoughts Wendy and I had about “The Chosen”

Imagine the disciples were a lot like we are, struggling through life, facing hardships, broken dreams, disappointments, failings of those who fail to.meet our expectations, failures of ourselves to be who we hoped we would be.

We are fighting our way through a life that is, at best, tolerable, at worst, cruel and unfair.

One step forward, seven steps back.

One day, some guy comes along, looks at me, and says, “Come. Follow me.”

You had just watched him speak a few words to someone’s hopeless situation, and watch as a life completely changes before your eyes.

He looks at you, speaks those challenging words, and you leave what you know and follow him.

There are others, a few, that have also responded to the challenge to follow, all coming from different backgrounds, responding to the new life they are entering much as they have responded to trials before.

But, now, they are following a man who, when facing a trial, a challenge, a disappointment, somehow rises to a different plain in his response.

The circumstances don’t control him. He doesn’t react…he responds.

He seems to understand “the why” behind the trial.

And he gently instructs, with a knowing encouraging nudge, pushing you toward a different response in a way that makes you want to be there.

You think, “How am I supposed to do that?”

He looks at you as if he hears your thoughts and whispers, ” You can do this.”

You struggle, you trip, you fall.

He reaches out a hand to help you back to your feet. “You’ll get there. Just follow me.”

You reach a point where you tell people, “Come and see.”

You can sense that he is changing you from within, and you want to be more like him.

“COME AND SEE!”

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lost…FOUND…seeking adventure

I think it was the fourth grade when we were required to bring an ink pen to school. What a big step that was! The writing drills, spelling tests had all been for a greater purpose.

So we could write with something that you could not erase. I was now required to think before writing.

Into my fourth grade cigar box of school supplies I proudly placed my new Sheaffer ball point pen.

I learned that an “ink eraser” didn’t really erase the mistakes.

Drawing a line through the mistake was frowned upon by the teacher.

Balls of wadded up paper were hurled at trash cans in the corner countless times.

The teacher also frowned on this practice.

When BIC came out with a 15 cent pen, well, now anyone can have a pen, can’t they? No more shelling out for those fine 1.29 Sheaffers or Parkers. And, if you lose a 15 cent pen, it’s not a big deal.

So, because I grew up with a BIC pen, I doubt that I ever paid more than five or six dollars for a nicer version. Someone gave me a Cross pen and pencil set for my high school graduation. I don’t know what it cost, but it was nice. Smooth.

All this is to tell you about my latest heartbreak.

On August 27th, Wendy took me into an antique shop in Mineola, Texas. This particular shop carried thes kind of stencil things that she is using in one of her craft deals. ( That is enough technical talk)

A man can only look at so many clear plastic stencils. “Which one of these four do you think are the best?” she would ask me.

They were all clear, no color, and my imagination just could not see the final product. “The sunflowers,” I said. “Or the lemons.”

I sneaked to the front of the store, pretending to be interested in something.

And then, I saw it!

The manliest pen I had ever seen. There, on the counter was a pen made from a 50 caliber shell.

“Now, that is a pen I would like to have,” I thought.

Then I saw the thirty dollar tag. The old, BIC owning fellow inside me put it down.

Wendy saw me looking at it. She could see my longing. “You should buy that,” she said.

And I did.

All week long, every invoice for work, every check, every deposit slip was written with this brave pen who had tasted the real life war time battle.

I showed him to everyone.

I loved this pen.

One week and one day later, my brother, Jeff came into town and we went to the cafe for lunch. When I signed the bill for lunch, I showed him my treasure.

“Man, don’t take that into an airport, they’ll throw you in jail,” he laughed.

I was so proud.

I put him back into my pocket, and Jeff drove me home.

The next day, I was getting dressed, and I couldn’t find my pen. WHERE IS MY PEN?

I texted Jeff and asked him if it had fallen out of my pocket into his truck.

No.

I retraced all my steps from the day before.

It was gone.

My sadness was real. My heart was crying a little bit. It was gone.

Seven days later, Wendy said, “ You lost it? You should have let me engrave your name it!” (She had suggested that.) “Have you looked everywhere?” (Obviously, I hadn’t looked everywhere , or I would have it.) “Why don’t you call the cafe?”

I called the cafe.

The guy said, “Yes, it is in my desk drawer.”

“I will be there in five minutes!”

He brought the pen out to me. I gave him 10.00. “Give this to the one who found it and turned it in.” Now I had a 40 dollar pen.

I had him back. The world was good, and everything was fine now.

Wendy engraved my name and phone number one it. “ You should have let me do this when I suggested it in the first place.” (You’re right, Honey.)

The next morning I stuck him in my pocket to go to church.

Monday, I could not find him.

It’s been a week, now. I still feel an inner sadness.

But, to be fair, when he saw me approach him at the antique shop, a 5’6 1/2” white beard old man, he probably thought, “no, not him. I’ve seen war, carnage, fire, smoke.

He will probably just stick me in his pocket and show me to all his friends.”

And he escaped. Twice.

He didn’t realize that I, too, am fighting a battle, waging a war of faith and words, doing battle against an enemy that only wants to steal from me, kill and destroy me.

Someone once said, “The pen is mightier than the sword.”

He can come back and help me fight this war.

Because, now, he has my name.

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I was bought before I even had a clue that I needed someone to rescue me.

I slipped out of His pocket for years, living the life that I chose for myself.

He felt a deep sadness, as I ran after my own ways.

Looking for that success, that excitement.

When he found me, He gave me the Life that I had been looking for, and I will never be lost again.

And now His name is engraved on me.

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NINETY EIGHT POINT SIX

My brother, Jeff and I went to lunch. When we finished and were walking to the car, I commented on the heat.

He said, “Do you see how amazing it is that, no matter how hot or cold it is outside, our bodies keep a 98.6 temperature?”

We had already had a long conversation about God’s hand on us, God’s provision for us, God’s ordering our steps, God’s orchestrating our circumstances.

We find ourselves learning to trust Him, and not to trust our immediate understanding of the trials of life.

But, thinking about this comment, 98.6, I began to think of all the inter-workings of the different systems in my body that it takes to maintain the temperature.

The heart beats moving blood and oxygen. I don’t even have to think about it. It just beats.

The body pushes water out of our body to cool the skin when it is hot . I don’t even have to think about it.

And, I’m not the only one who has a 98.6 temperature. It is fairly universal among humans.

When an enemy in the form of a virus or bacteria enters my body, my body temperature rises, to make this virus or bacteria very uncomfortable, and to eventually overcome it.

I don’t have to think about it.

I was designed this way.

I have a tendency to find things to worry about, things that make me afraid.

But, if I don’t have the ability to make myself taller, or to will my heart to beat, or to keep my body from sweating, or to fix the world’s fixation on a virus, what can I do?

“Fear not! For I Am with you!

I know the plans I have for you.

I know the number of your days.

Trust in Me. Trust Me.

Commit your way to Me, and I will act.

Delight yourself in Me and I will give you the desires of your heart.

Be still before me.

Wait patiently for Me.

Do not fret over the man who carries out evil devices.

Do not fret! It leads only to evil.

If you delight in my way, I will establish your steps.

The salvation of the righteous is from Me.

I am your stronghold in times of trouble.

I will help you and deliver you and save you from the wicked.

Because, you take refuge in me.

DO NOT FEAR, FOR I AM WITH YOU!

(Excerpts from Psalm 37.)

Who am I to argue with that?

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CHANGING MY MIND

An atheist that I follow wrote a piece about how, to him, all religions look basically the same…blindly accepting their beliefs without any proof whatsoever. He said he just wants proof.

I began to read the comments. I was the only one responding that wasn’t in agreement with him.

Here is part of that exchange

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Thespartanatheist: I keep hoping somewhere there is someone that reads my blog and goes “gee, I guess this thing I super believe in is just another fake religion in a sea of fake religions.

Nan: Don’t hold your breath…

Me: So, according to your comment, you really aren’t seeking the one true religion, you are just hoping to convince me that mine is fake.

Thespartanatheist: No, Randy. I keep hoping a religious person thinks.

Me: Then I guess I am not religious.

Thespartanatheist : Oh? You don’t have any beliefs in any god’s?

My answer:

You may have a bit of a point that I will concede.

I was brought up to believe in God.

Sunday School and church every Sunday. Every Sunday.

From the time I was in the fourth grader until after I graduated high school, I went to a week long church camp every summer. Every summer.

I was baptized in the fourth grade and became an actual member of the church.

And yet, with all this indoctrination, when I went to school, as I was taught the theory of evolution, the gradual processes of change stretched out over billions of years, I believed it, accepted it as fact, no questions asked.

I never once asked myself how this could be possible even though it completely contradicted everything the Bible taught.

Probably, because, I really didn’t know what the Bible taught.

When. I was twenty six, I had an experience that I call “an encounter with God.” (I know you don’t accept this as evidence, and that is fine. I’m not trying to convince you now. Just telling my story.)

In that moment, I began to believe God. Before, I believed he existed, but, since I had no stake in the claim, that was it.

I had believed what I was taught in school because the schoolbooks had the pictures, the theories, the examples right there in full color to “prove” the theory.

So, in that phase of my religious life, I did not think.

But, after my “encounter”, I began to desire more interactions with the God who had “intervened into my life.”

You might say that, when I was religious (believing in God) I wasn’t really thinking.

WhenI began to believe God, I began to think.

You think about things with the premise that there is no god.

At that point in my life, I began to think with the understanding that since God is real, how does the stuff I learned fit in with that?

The complexity of life, from the tiny cell to the interactivity of the entire universe screams about the Creator. I can’t deny it.

If a tiny cell is as complex as the electron microscope shows it to be, and each one of us is “knit together” with billions of such cells to become a sort of “universe of interactivity between all the different parts of our body”, how could anyone then say that chance and time was all it took to make all this happen.

I keep hoping that maybe I can get an “atheist person” to think.

Romans 12:1-2

“I appeal to you therefore, brothers, by the mercies of God, to present your bodies as a living sacrifice, holy and acceptable to God, which is your spiritual worship. Do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewal of your mind, that by testing you may discern what is the will of God, what is good and acceptable and perfect.”

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WHAT YOU DIDN’T SEE

I was at my first job of the day, cleaning windows. I was nearly finished when I came to a window with three red wasps on the bricks beside it.

I emptied the can of wasp spray that I had in my belt. I saw the hole in the bricks that was birthing three more wasps.

I ran back to my truck for another can.

I emptied the can at the new three and into the hole. A few crawled through the foam and died.

I went back for another can.

Three more were flying around the window refusing to land. They seemed angry.

Trying to conserve the spray, I shot short bursts, but they evaded my blasts. As they briefly left the area, I would shoot more into the hole. Four more lost the battle. Three more emerged.

I saw a man picking up sticks in the yard next door. I waved, shouting, “I’m doing battle against the demon hordes.”

“I can see that!” He replied. He had an African accent.

Fighting the hordes cost me a bit of time, but I finished the job, unstung.

End of story?

Three and a half hours earlier:

Our Thursday men’s group was small this morning. Six men. But the time is always powerful.

When we wrapped up, Mike leaned over and said, ” I want you to know, this morning I woke up at four, and I couldn’t go back to sleep. I was impressed to pray for you. You work sooo hard. And in this heat?”

I’m always glad when someone tells me that they have prayed for me. I thanked him for following through and for telling me.

Wendy called as I was driving to my first job, and I told her about Mike’s prayer.

“Oh, no! Please be careful! ” I knew she would say this. Three years ago, I received a text from a brother in the Lord, also named Mike, telling me that he had been impressed to pray for me that morning. If you like, you can read about that here. BEHIND THE SCENES

So I went to the job, and, about an hour and a half into it began the battle against the devil’s air force.

I know we don’t battle against flesh and blood, but these rascals can really get to my flesh.

And, they make my blood boil.

When I didn’t get stung, and I finished the job, I began to think about Mike’s prayer, and the way the wasps would circle but not attack.

I began to think back to Mike’s prayer. It wasn’t random, was it?

That still small voice of the Almighty whispered in his ear, “Tell him about your prayer.” He obeyed.

When Wendy called, that still small voice of the Almighty whispered in my ear, “Tell her about Mike’s prayer.” I did.

Listening to that Voice and following it opens our “eyes of understanding” to see the invisible world surrounding the one we see with our eyes.

I realized that I have been leaning on Psalm 91 for the last year and a half. When fear came on me in the early days of the pandemic, I read it. And I have read it again and again and again. I have told Wendy over and over that I believe that these words are intended for us, and with all the lies we have been told throughout the last few years, this book is telling us the truth.

Who you gonna believe?

Are you gonna be afraid for the rest of your life?

As for me and my house, we will continue to dwell in the secret place of the Most High God, and rest under the Shadow of the Almighty.

Psalm 91.

“This I declare about the Lord: He alone is my refuge, my place of safety; he is my God, and I trust him.

For he will rescue you from every trap and protect you from deadly disease.

He will cover you with his feathers.

He will shelter you with his wings.

His faithful promises are your armor and protection.

Do not be afraid of the terrors of the night, nor the arrow that flies in the day.

Do not dread the disease that stalks in darkness, nor the disaster that strikes at midday.”

Psalms 91:2-6 NLT

https://bible.com/bible/116/psa.91.2-6.NLT

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JIMMY DON’S DOWNHILL SLIDE

March,2020

The disease was spreading fast around the world. News reports told of the vast and growing number of deaths every day.

“Stay home for 15 days to help slow the spread. If you have to go somewhere, wear a mask, keep your distance, 6 feet. Wash your hands often. Don’t touch anything or anyone.”

So, Jimmy Don did what he was told.

Fifteen days wasn’t enough. Jimmy Don started questioning the orders. The news reports kept ticking off more and more deaths and infections. “Why is this thing growing if we are wearing masks, keeping distances?” He wondered. “And, isn’t this virus small enough to go right through the mask?”

May, 2020.

Jimmy Don, came across a scripture in his bible, Psalm 91, that talked about not fearing the pestilence and other dangers, but trusting his creator would keep him from harm. Jimmy Don believed these words. Jimmy Don stopped being afraid. He stopped wearing the mask.

October, 2020

People were continually yelling at him, rebuking him, shaking their heads in disgust, trying and trying and trying to convince him how uncaring he was to not care if he was making others sick. “I am not sick. I haven’t had even a runny nose since all this started,” he would respond.

“It doesn’t matter,” they would argue, ” you can spread it even if you don’t show any symptoms. Just wear a mask. Think of others.”

Jimmy Don would reread Psalm 91. He believed Psalm 91. He was not afraid.

He didn’t believe the others were telling him the truth.

January, 2021 VACCINE

Finally, a vaccine became available, and people were lining up to get the first of their two shots, so the world could get back to normal.

Jimmy Don began to wonder if that would still be trusting in the words of God in Psalm 91. The same voices that he couldn’t believe were telling him, “You don’t want to wear a mask? Just take the vaccine. Then you won’t have to wear a mask. TAKE THE VACCINE!”

The same voices that he didn’t believe before, he couldn’t believe now.

So Jimmy Don didn’t get into line for the vaccine.

July, 2021

One day, a doctor was giving Jimmy Don a checkup. He had been forced to wear a mask to enter the hospital, so, when the doctor came in, Jimmy Don asked if he could remove his mask.

“Have you been vaccinated?” the doctor asked. When Jimmy Don said no, the doctor said to keep his mask on. “Why have you not been vaccinated?”

“Long story,” Jimmy Don said.

“Give me the short version.”

So Jimmy Don told him about all the stories that had been told and all the stories that had been hidden and all the questions that weren’t allowed to be asked, and how he didn’t think the masks did any good.

The doctor said this should never have become political, but the vaccine was very effective. When he finished the visit, as he was walking away, he said, “Take the vaccine!”

Jimmy Don never told him about Psalm 91.

A friend said, “ Jimmy Don, if you get the vaccine, you wont even need to wear a mask anymore. It’s such a simple fix. It doesn’t even hurt.”

Jimmy Don was never afraid of the needle.

But, he trusted the doctor.

He forgot about Psalm 91.

Jimmy Don got vaccinated.

August, 2021

“Even vaccinated people need to wear masks when indoors, because an unvaccinated person can give them the virus, and even if they don’t get sick they could pass it on to another unvaccinated person. We need to get everyone vaccinated, so we can finally defeat this disease.”

Jimmy Don let out a moan.

November, 2021

“We have no way of knowing if someone has really been vaccinated, so download this App on your phone, and you can easily prove that you have been vaccinated.”

Jimmy Don downloaded the App.

January 2022

“If you cannot show proof of vaccination, you will no longer be allowed in restaurants, gyms, airplanes, and you must wear a mask whenever you leave your house. If you refuse, you will be fined. You may be arrested. Come on, folks, let’s all work together and beat this thing.”

Jimmy Don started trying to convince his unvaccinated friends to just go ahead and get vaccinated.

December 2022

“ It seems that the phone App has been hacked, and people are able to counterfeit it, and claim to be vaccinated when they are not. To be sure, you will now be required to carry a certified card showing your vaccination status. Failure to carry this card is a very serious offense.

Jimmy Don picked up his card.

June, 2023

“It seems that The Unvaccinated Rebels, TUR, have found ways to counterfeit the card. We will be issuing a mandatory tattoo that you may have on your hand or forehead . You will no longer have to stand in line. We will have scanners distributed throughout the world that will read the tattoo as you walk by. Life will finally be back to normal.”

Jimmy Don got his tattoo in August of 2023. It was very subtle, and he wondered why it had taken them this long to think of this.

January, 2024

“ The Upsilon Variant has begun to spread, and everyone needs to now wear these government issued masks. When we get the next vaccine, all you have to do is have your mark scanned, and all your information will be updated.”

Jimmy Don thought, “Good, so simple.”

Jimmy Don wondered whatever happened to all of his unvaccinated friends as he picked up his government issued masks.

“He required everyone—small and great, rich and poor, free and slave—to be given a mark on the right hand or on the forehead. And no one could buy or sell anything without that mark, which was either the name of the beast or the number representing his name. Wisdom is needed here. Let the one with understanding solve the meaning of the number of the beast, for it is the number of a man. His number is 666.”

Revelation 13:16-18 NLT

https://bible.com/bible/116/rev.13.16-18.NLT

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I JUST CAN’T HELP MYSELF

I’M SORRY.

I JUST CAN’T HELP MYSELF.

SERIOUSLY.

I CAN’T.

“Then enjoy it, Randy just keep it to yourself.” (Facebook friend on sharing my faith)

Those of you who know my wife, Wendy, know what an incredible cook she is.

Yesterday she saw something about homemade curly fries on Facebook, she tried it out, and she built an entire meal around curly fries. Fried chicken (John Bush recipe with tobasco honey), fresh corn on the cob, salad, fresh watermelon, and, yes, homemade curly fries.

I wish you could have tasted it.

I don’t think I am better than you, I just wish you could taste it.

When I was in school, one time a math teacher was doing a long, involved problem on the board. Early on I saw that she had forgotten to carry a 2, and I raised my hand to tell her. She couldn’t see me, because she was facing the board. So, I blurted out, “You forgot to carry the two.” She stopped, looked, corrected the error, and said, “Thank you.”

If she hadn’t changed it, everything from that point on would have been an error.

I didn’t think I was smarter, or better than my teacher.

I just happened to see her one mistake.

On May 8, 1978 when I discovered that God, in fact, was real, and not some vague concept that I only irregularly entertained in my thoughts, my life went from a two dimensional black and white silent movie in the fog to a multidimensional HD color movie with surround sound. I found a love for the One I now knew as my Father, and discovered a love for the words I began to see with new eyes and understanding in the Bible.

My life became so rich, I began to see the mistakes I had been making, causing me to completely miss the path I had just discovered.

New sights, sounds, thoughts that thrilled me every day.

I just wanted people to taste it.

It didn’t make me better than them.

I just wanted them to see the one mistake that may be keeping them from this amazing path of life.

Because I wanted good for them.

Now I know, tastes are different, and some people don’t like to be told that they may have made a mistake.

But I won’t know that about you until you tell me.

In the meantime, just taste this.

It is the best ever.

6/29/2016

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MAKE ‘EM LAUGH

I used to want to be a professional baseball player.

For the Yankees.

I didn’t get close. I couldn’t make the high school baseball team.

I love a good comedian. A good laugh is so invigorating.

I thought, “ It would be so great to be that funny, hearing the crowds laugh at your incredible wit.”

I watched them. Studied them.

I realized that they had to tell the same stories over and over and over.

They had to endure the guys like me coming up to them and saying, “Here’s one for you….”

It seems kinda like having a job where you do the same thing over and over and over.

And, sometimes there was no job for you.

I don’t think I was called to that.

But, I have found “a calling” that fits me.

Walking (sometimes running) through a life that is different every day, even though there may be a surface sameness.

Discovering relationships, expressing thoughts, working at something I am reasonably good at because I have done it over and over and over.

And, all the while, connecting my inner Life with the One who planted this Life inside me, and discovering, every day, a little more about this guy who is loved incredibly by the God who called him.

“In the image of God, He created them….”

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“DON’T HATE ME BECAUSE I’M BEAUTIFUL “

Well, maybe not all over, but everyone is beautiful when they smile.

Don’t you think so?

One of the most difficult results of this COVID-19 “pandemic” has been the division caused between friends and family about the refusal by some to wear the mask.

The mask that covers the face, covers the expression, covers the smile.

I have had a couple of encounters where I was rebuked fairly soundly for being so selfish. When asked why I wouldn’t comply, my response was, “I just believe it is wrong!”

We all can see what a political hotbed this pandemic has become.

I have observed many, many, many lies being told.

When found to be false, many just moved on to a different set of lies.

My question is: What are the reasons for telling a lie?

To protect myself from some painful or emotionally draining consequence of something I have (or have not) done.

To give information to make myself appear better in someone else’s eyes.

To deceive in order to gain power.

To manipulate someone into complying with my desires.

To keep from hurting someone’s feelings. ( Although, deep introspection may make this a subset of one of the other four.)

So, if I find that I have made major changes in my life because I have believed a lie, what do I do now?

Do I continue to act as I acted before, if for no other reason than, to curry the favor of those who continue to believe the lies they have been told?

Or, do I leave the lie and pursue the truth…at all costs?

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So, how could I determine who was telling me the truth?

The Way, the Truth, and the Life.

Forty three years ago, I met, for real, the One who said I must be born again to be able to even see the kingdom of God.

He began to open my eyes, to teach me Truth, principles that would carry me through any and every decision that I ever had to make.

“Do not fear, for I am with you.” He began to teach me the crippling effects of fear.

“I will send the Comforter (the Holy Spirit) and He will guide you into all truth.” He started opening my ears to the “sound of His voice”, to discern between His voice and the voices of His enemies.

“Trust in Me with all your heart, and don’t rely on your own human understanding.” Trust was a difficult learning path, because the answer wasn’t always immediately available. But the act of trusting when I couldn’t see the outcome brought a genuine peace that I hadn’t had before.

I see, now, that there is a worldview that pulls me away from God.

“There is a way that seems right to a man. But that way leads to death.”

The lies have multiplied, the ones spreading the lies move from one lie to another, with never a single admission of error.

“To the Jews who had believed him, Jesus said, “If you hold to my teaching, you are really my disciples. Then you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.

John 8:31, 32 NIV

And being free is a better place to be.

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