When a lie is easier, and the truth is harder

I lied a couple days ago because I thought it was easier than the truth. That it would be easier to come up with some excuse than to reveal something that I struggle and battle with every day. I could justify the lie as being fairly innocent, that it was more of a half truth, that the only person it had an impact on was me. But afterwards I felt guilty and wondered how often other people feel forced to tell little white lies because it’s easier than revealing what’s going on in their families, in their homes, in their hearts, in their heads, with their health. How well do we actually know those around us, and how well do we let those around know us? 

I (unfortunately) think that there is sometimes a need, time or situation where half truths and white lies are most appropriate. But at the same time do we maybe over use them? 

I’ve been doing some research lately for an assignment on missional church leadership, and reflecting on what mission and outreach could look like in a young adult faith community. As part of that I’ve watched several interviews of people involved in outreach programs in an American high school or college, and one key theme that was repeatedly raised was honesty, about the importance and value of an adult being open to sharing with a youth their own common struggles that they’ve experienced. And that that can then be a door for showing the redeeming and restoring power of knowing Jesus.  

In yesterday’s post I wrote about the verse ‘By the grace of God, I am what I am’ (1 Corinthians 15:10). Could it be that sometimes the fact that God hasn’t fixed our struggles is because of grace? That they are there still that they might be a door to revealing Jesus?

I often recall something someone once told me, that the sharing of our struggles can provide the opportunity for someone else to go ‘hey, me too’ and feel less alone. This same person, who has had some similar experiences to me, has been honest and shared with me, and allowed me to say ‘hey, me too’ and feel less alone. They allowed me to see a positive example of what it means to struggle but with grace, to see a positive example of the hope that is there, to see a positive example of what I might be able to do or be or become. All things and opportunities that are lost when we instead decide that a lie is easier. 

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