i have a huge thing about lies. I hate them. It's not because I've never told any - in fact i've told plenty in my life time...small white ones that disguise who I really am so I don't look bad, large whoppers to protect myself from physical harm, and of course the kind that result in me being able to do whatever I want without other people knowing.
During most of these times I knew the LORD and talked to him about them because I wasn't stupid enough to think he was asleep at the time I was misbehaving or that he would look the other way because he loved me. I knew enough about real love from my parents to know that with lies come consequences and that lies spiral into bigger deceptions.
So when I was at University, I started making a conscious effort to stop lying no matter how small or how much trouble I would get into or what people would think of me. It took me a few years. I started building honest and real relationships with my loved ones. I no longer wanted to be something I wasn't - perfect.
When I started work I use to 'pull sickies' and for some reason this didn't make me feel guilty. I nearly always did feel a little bit sick, but never really enough to stay home for a day, and sometimes I just wanted to be at a beach. But eventually I stopped telling these lies.
This seems a lot of effort for one of the supposedly 'SMALLER' sins - I mean it's not like a murdered anyone or hurt anyone. But it's one of Satan's biggest weapons. It's a label used for him 'Father of lies'. It deceives people and keeps them from the truth - keeps them from the LORD.
Have you heard that saying that a good lie is half truth? That's Satans handiwork.
I witnessed Satan's work first hand as a child. I heard lies and saw what damage it had on relationships. Saw the deception as people pretended to be good but behind closed doors they were not. As I grew older I saw how people gossiped which to me is the definition of a good lie - a half truth, something someone heard but it's never the full story, always taken out of context. I hate gossip.
Honesty is something I look for in people. It tells me that I can trust them because they are not afraid of the truth. No matter how sad or hurtful it may be, they know a hurtful truth is better than a kind lie. You can build honest real relationships instead of fake ones that crumble at the slightest crack in an image. It means your expectations are realistic and you accept that people are not perfect - that you are not perfect.
But if someone tells a lie, they are deceiving themselves about who they really are. And they can't risk the truth ever coming out because the lie becomes a lifetime of lies, have become stories set in concrete and make up the foundation of their homes, their relationships. It's like building a house on the sand.
I want to always speak the truth because the LORD is the truth. He didn't pretend about anything. When he was in the garden waiting to be arrested he spoke the truth to his Father. He was scared and wanted to be saved from the last steps of his life - painful, horrific final steps.
In my heart I think what really scared my Lord was being separated from his Father, his greatest love. He would be separated from love, he knew what it was to be truly loved. He would be separated from his Father and he would alone. When he was being physically, mentally, and spiritually abused he could not tell his Father to help him, he could not help himself. He had to suffer on, to experience humanity denying all his supernatural power to strike back. It showed who he really was - our Saviour.
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