Showing posts with label truth. Show all posts
Showing posts with label truth. Show all posts

Monday, January 16, 2017

Does Truth Exist Anymore?

So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand. Isaiah 41:10
 
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I was just reading my last post, from just before the election of our newest president, and I admit I had to chuckle.  I meant what I said at the time, but I've had a little more time to watch and observe over the past couple of months, and,  I have to tell you, I am greatly concerned.  I'm talking about two things here:  first, the man who is so openly and freely cutting and slashing anyone and everyone who dares to disagree with him about anything; and second, and perhaps more importantly, this country that is so divided. 
 
Let's start with the man.  I had hoped, during the campaign, that a lot of what he was doing was to win votes and assure himself the presidency.  We have seen in the aftermath, that this is just the man.  I don't expect any human being to be perfect in every way nor do I expect him (or her) to always rise to the occasion and be 'presidential,' but I do expect my president, the president of the United States of America, to be a grown-up, to handle things in a mature and responsible way.  I don't expect that I will always agree with what this person does, but I do expect them to behave in a way commensurate with the office.  The campaign is over and the work needs to begin.  This president, our president, is not CEO of a corporation, he is the President.  How can I expect the children and youth that I work with to behave responsibly with the leader of the free world is setting the precise example I'm trying to teach them not to be?  You can watch him on video, you can read his tweets, you can read interviews that he has done.  His very words and actions are out there to be consumed. 
 
And here's where we get to the second concern. I just don't understand how those of us consuming this information can be so divided.  How can two people, good friends and family, sit and watch exactly the same thing and come away with such alternate universe interpretations of what we've just watched?  I know these people.  I know their hearts and they are some of the kindest, most loving people I've ever known and when they don't see what I just know I saw, I begin to question my own sanity.  I watched our president-elect mock and belittle a handicapped person, not once but three different times.  It wasn't a video that came later.  It was live at his events.  I watched.  I heard.  I wanted to find something in this man that I could support.  And instead I watched him, on live television, mocking a handicapped reporter who had written something this man didn't like.  
 
I watched and heard him on that bus talking about the way he treats women.  This behavior wasn't terribly surprising to me given that the man has been married three times and I've heard him in the past, not reported, I've heard him with his own mouth, talk about the way he ranks women.  While I don't agree with it or condone it, as a private citizen I guess he has the right to behave that way, just as I have the right to oppose that behavior, but as President of the United States, we would hope that this person would have better moral fiber than what we have heard and witnessed.  And yet, again, my friends who would never behave in this manner or condone such behavior, supported this man and still do as our president.
 
I just can't wrap my head around this dichotomy.  How can people so loving, kind and generous to everyone they meet, be so eager to overlook or just plain not see what this man blatantly is in every fiber of his being?  Those pictures just don't fit together in my head.  As troubled as I am about this man being our president, and believe me I have grave concerns about his emotional and mental health, I am more troubled by this lack of understanding between my friends and myself.  I ask myself how it is possible that they don't see what I see?  How can they not hear what I hear?  And, how did I not see this division between us before now?
 
I always knew that we disagreed on politics.  While I am not as far left as some of my friends, I'm fairly far to the left in equal proportion to my friends on the right.  And they are my friends, my chosen family.  I sit and listen to them discuss their concerns about the government and the economy and I always assumed that our differences were mostly political, but now I am wondering what I missed.  Because when I listen to them now, they are espousing 'information' and 'truths' that have long-ago been dispelled.  There is evidence to the contrary, many times over but they can't or won't let go of those beliefs that they heard and agreed with on some show or read in some book that has to be more correct than nine other sources telling them something different.  They don't even question.  They know.  They are correct and, poor me, 'she just doesn't understand.' 
 
How in the world did we get here?  Is there just so much 'information' available in our world today that we no longer know how to disseminate it?  How do you sift through all of the newsfeeds and the blogs and the books and the magazine articles and the television shows and...  How?  Well, we find those celebrities - news or otherwise - that we trust.  They have to know better than us, right?  It's what they do for a living so they have to know.  AND, they agree with me so they must be right.
 
Walter Cronkite is gone.  Huntley and Brinkley are gone.  Most of us trusted them.  They reported the news - period.  There were no personal views or ideologies given.  Just the news and if you wanted more information then you looked at the news magazines or the newspapers.  If you wanted someone's opinion you read the op-ed page, but you understood that it was just that - someone's opinion, hopefully based on facts, but it was their opinion.  Understood.  
 
It seems that now we just look for someone who's opinion matches our own and then whatever we agree on must be the truth.  So I wanted to know what the definition of truth was today. 
 
Truth:  1)that which is true or in accordance with fact or reality; 2) a fact or belief that is accepted as true. 
 
Did you know that this definition has changed over the years?  It's true (pun intended).  The definition of truth from the 1898 Merriam-Webster dictionary says this: 
Truth -
     1) ...exact accordance with that which is, or has been, or shall be...
     2) True state of facts or things.
     3) Conformity of words to thought, which is called moral truth.
     4) Veracity; purity from falsehood.
     5) Correct opinion.
     6) Fidelity, Constancy.
     7) Honesty, Virtue.
     8) Exactness, Conformity to Rule.
     9) Real fact of just principle.
   10) Sincerity.
   11) Jesus Christ is called the truth, John 14.
  
Now, I guess I need you to help me.  I don't understand how 'truth' can change.  It seems to me that if you look at the first two definitions, the modern ones, we have taken  the second one moreso than the first.  Instead of looking at 'that which is true or in accordance with fact or reality', we have decided that 'a fact' or, more importantly, 'a belief, is accepted as true.'
 
I understand that two of us can watch the same accident and come away with two very different stories of the event.  Our life experiences have left us to interpret those events in our own, unique way.  But somewhere in the midst of those varying accounts, is the truth, the actual event. 
 
When that kid stole that car that morning in Kansas City and ran from police through an intersection and t-boned the car my son and his father were in, there were lots of witnesses, with lots of versions of the story, but there was one truth to the event.  There was the lady whose apartment this young man entered in an attempt to hide from the police.  Her version of the story was not the same as the lady whose car had been hit by the car my son and his dad were in.  Different stories, but one truth. 
 
When did it become accepted practice to only accept MY version as the truth? "I am right.  You are wrong.  Always.  In every circumstance. Period.  Just you wait.  I'll find someone who will agree with me and we'll show you truth."  When did that happen?
 
The Father in heaven must be so saddened, yet again, at our failure.  Jesus Christ is THE Truth and I know that looking for answers here in this world is probably a futile effort and yet, I am human, and I want to know how this happened?  What did I miss?  What happened to Veracity, Correct Opinion, Fidelity, Honesty, Virtue, Exactness, and Real Fact of Just Principle?  There can be none if your 'real facts,' your 'exactness,' and your 'just principle' cannot find common ground with mine.
 
I used to always believe that there was nothing our country couldn't survive. We were a godly people.  We were a just people.  We were a people founded on the love of God and love of the independence to practice our beliefs in our own way.  God the Father, God the Son and God the Holy Spirit would lead us if we would only submit to their authority.  We would always be invincible because we allowed God to show us the way.
 
But your God has become different from my God.  Your God is judgmental and vindictive.  My God is loving and kind.  My God says, "Let him without sin cast the first stone."  Your God says, 'An eye for an eye.'  If that is what we all believe and practice, how will we not all end up blind?  Or are we blind already and I just didn't recognize it?
 
When Pilate asked Jesus, "But you are a king then?"  Jesus responded, "Yes, I was born for that purpose.  And I came to bring truth to the world.  All who love the truth are my followers."  Pilate then asks, "What is truth?"
 
Matthew Henry's Commentary says this:  Christ gave an account of the nature of his kingdom. Its nature is not worldly; it is a kingdom within men, set up in their hearts and consciences; its riches spiritual, its power spiritual, and its glory within. Its supports are not worldly; its weapons are spiritual; its needed not, nor used, force to maintain and advance it, nor opposed any kingdom but that of sin and Satan. Its object and design are not worldly. When Christ said, I am the Truth, he said, in effect, I am a King. He conquers by the convincing evidence of truth; he rules by the commanding power of truth. The subjects of this kingdom are those that are of the truth. Pilate put a good question, he said, What is truth? When we search the Scriptures, and attend the ministry of the word, it must be with this inquiry, What is truth? and with this prayer, Lead me in thy truth; into all truth. But many put this question, who have not patience to preserve in their search after truth; or not humility enough to receive it. 
 
I think I find the most peace in this statement.  We are all of us, we human beings, looking for TRUTH in the world.  We are so very busy looking and doing, that we have forgotten to be.  We're trying to fix it.  We're trying to convince others.  We're fighting for our beliefs instead of allowing the King to fight for us, allowing us to rest in his Truth, the only Truth.  We 'have not patience to preserve in our search after truth; or not humility enough to receive it.'  Truth is freely given to those who are willing to just be in it.  It is not of this world.  Thank God!


Thursday, December 20, 2012

On Santa's Team




My grandma taught me everything about Christmas. I was just a kid. I remember tearing across town on my bike to visit her on the day my big sister dropped the bomb: "There is no Santa Claus," jeered my sister. "Even dummies know that!"

My grandma was not the gushy kind, never had been. I fled to her that day because I knew she would be straight with me. I knew Grandma always told the truth, and I knew that the truth always went down a whole lot easier when swallowed with one of her world-famous cinnamon buns.

Grandma was home, and the buns were still warm. Between bites, I told her everything. She was ready for me.

"No Santa Claus!" she snorted. "Ridiculous! Don't believe it. That rumor has been going around for years, and it makes me mad, plain mad. Now, put on your coat, and let's go."

"Go? Go where, Grandma?" I asked. I hadn't even finished my second cinnamon bun.

"Where" turned out to be Kerby's General Store, the one store in town that had a little bit of just about everything. As we walked through its doors, Grandma handed me ten dollars. That was a bundle in those days.

"Take this money," she said, "and buy something for someone who needs it. I'll wait for you in the car." Then she turned and walked out of Kerby's.

I was only eight years old. I'd often gone shopping with my mother, but never had I shopped for anything all by myself. The store seemed big and crowded, full of people scrambling to finish their Christmas shopping. For a few moments I just stood there, confused, clutching that ten-dollar bill, wondering what to buy, and who on earth to buy it for. I thought of everybody I knew: my family, my friends, my neighbors, the kids at school, the people who went to my church.

I was just about thought out, when I suddenly thought of Bobbie Decker. He was a kid with bad breath and messy hair, and he sat right behind me in Mrs. Pollock's grade-two class. Bobbie Decker didn't have a coat. I knew that because he never went out for recess during the winter. His mother always wrote a note, telling the teacher that he had a cough; but all we kids knew that Bobbie Decker didn't have a cough, and he didn't have a coat.

I fingered the ten-dollar bill with growing excitement. I would buy Bobbie Decker a coat. I settled on a red corduroy one that had a hood to it. It looked real warm, and he would like that. I didn't see a price tag, but ten dollars ought to buy anything. I put the coat and my ten-dollar bill on the counter and pushed them toward the lady behind it.

She looked at the coat, the money, and me. "Is this a Christmas present for someone?" she asked kindly. "Yes," I replied shyly. "It's ... for Bobbie. He's in my class, and he doesn't have a coat." The nice lady smiled at me. I didn't get any change, but she put the coat in a bag and wished me a Merry Christmas.

That evening, Grandma helped me wrap the coat in Christmas paper and ribbons, and write, "To Bobbie, From Santa Claus" on it ... Grandma said that Santa always insisted on secrecy.

Then she drove me over to Bobbie Decker's house, explaining as we went that I was now and forever officially one of Santa's helpers. Grandma parked down the street from Bobbie's house, and she and I crept noiselessly and hid in the bushes by his front walk.

Suddenly, Grandma gave me a nudge. "All right, Santa Claus," she whispered, "get going."

I took a deep breath, dashed for his front door, threw the present down on his step, pounded his doorbell twice and flew back to the safety of the bushes and Grandma. Together we waited breathlessly in the darkness for the front door to open. Finally it did, and there stood Bobbie. He looked down, looked around, picked up his present, took it inside and closed the door.

Forty years haven't dimmed the thrill of those moments spent shivering, beside my grandma, in Bobbie Decker's bushes. That night, I realized that those awful rumors about Santa Claus were just what Grandma said they were: Ridiculous!

Santa was alive and well ... AND WE WERE ON HIS TEAM!

Give generously to him and do so without a grudging heart; then because of this the Lord your God will bless you in all your work and in everything you put your hand to.
Deuteronomy 15:10

Sunday, November 25, 2012

Beauty Tips


 
 
A dear old lady was asked what she used to make her complexion so beautiful and her whole being so bright and attractive.
She answered:
"I use for my lips, truth
I use for my voice, kindness
I use for my ears, compassion
I use for my hands, charity
I use for my figure, uprightness
I use for my heart, love
I use for any who do not like me, prayer."
 

     Do not let your adorning be external—the braiding of hair and the putting on of gold jewelry, or the clothing you wear— but let your adorning be the hidden person of the heart with the imperishable beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which in God's sight is very precious.

1 Peter 3:3-4

Friday, March 30, 2012

The Thirty Maybe's




Maybe love has always been
Maybe we made up hate
Maybe we don't find God because we don't look
Maybe this is heaven
Maybe we invented hell
Maybe there is always hope
Maybe we pretend there is not
Maybe we know all the answers
Maybe we ask the wrong questions
Maybe we can share this world
Maybe we don't have to fight
Maybe we wrote the script
Maybe this is our choice
Maybe we need to learn
Maybe we need to remember
Maybe we forgot who we are
Maybe we will recall the truth
Maybe we can relax
Maybe we can all calm down
Maybe we can recognize each other
Maybe we can recognize ourselves
Maybe it is all a dream
Maybe we will soon awaken
Maybe there is no mine
Maybe there is no yours
Maybe there is just ours
Maybe we know this
Maybe we just don't realize it
Maybe we soon will
Maybe...

Diarmuid Cronin

This will help us to resist the temptation to focus on material concerns at the expense of spiritual responsibilities.
Matthew 6:19-34.

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

I Am





I know not whence I came,
I know not whither I go
But the fact stands clear that I am here
In this world of pleasure and woe.
And out of the mist and murk,
Another truth shines plain.
It is in my power each day and hour
To add to its joy or its pain.

I know that the earth exists,
It is none of my business why.
I cannot find out what it's all about,
I would but waste time to try.
My life is a brief, brief thing,
I am here for a little space.
And while I stay I would like, if I may,
To brighten and better the place.

The trouble, I think, with us all
Is the lack of a high conceit.
If each man thought he was sent to this spot
To make it a bit more sweet,
How soon we could gladden the world,
How easily right all wrong.
If nobody shirked, and each one worked
To help his fellows along.

Cease wondering why you came--
Stop looking for faults and flaws.
Rise up to day in your pride and say,
"I am part of the First Great Cause!
However full the world
There is room for an earnest man.
It had need of me or I would not be,
I am here to strengthen the plan."
Ella Wheeler Wilcox

For I know the plans I have for you, says the Lord. They are plans for good and not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope. In those days when you pray, I will listen. If you look for me wholeheartedly, you will find me.
Jeremiah 29:11

Thursday, November 3, 2011

Faith Is Not Belief Without Proof, But Trust Without Reservation





During the terrible days of the Blitz in World War II, a father--holding his young daughter by the hand--ran from a building that had been struck by a bomb.  In the front yard was a large hole left by a shell explosion several days before.  Seeking shelter as quickly as possible, the father jumped into the hole and then held up his arms for his young daughter to follow.

Terrified at the explosions around her and unable to see her father in the darkness of the hole, she cried, "I can't see you, Papa!" 

The father looked up against the sky that was lit with white tracer lights and tinted red by burning buildings and called to his daughter, who was standing in silhouette at the hole's edge, "But I can see you, my darling.  Jump!"

The little girl jumped...not because she could see her father, but because she trusted him to tell her the truth and to do what was best for her.

We may not be able to discern clearly where it is our Heavenly Father is leading us, but we can trust it is to a good place.  We may not know what God has "up His sleeve," but we can trust His arms to be everlasting.

I know whom I have believed, and am persuaded that he is able to keep that which I have committed unto him against that day.
2 Timothy 1:12

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

The Trouble With Stretching the Truth Is That It's Apt to Snap Back




A Sunday school teacher once told her adult class, "Next Sunday I am going to teach a very important lesson.  I want you all to read Chapter 17 of St. Mark's Gospel in anticipation of it."  The members of the class nodded, indicating a willingness to do as the teacher requested.

The following Sunday the teacher asked the class, "Those who read Chapter 17 of St. Mark's Gospel during this past week, please raise your hands."  Nearly all the people in the room raised their hands.

The teacher then said, "That's very interesting.  The Gospel of Mark had only 16 chapters.  But at least I know that my lesson is going to hit its mark.  Today I'm going to teach what Jesus had to say about lying."

Perhaps the greatest punishment for lying is not that a person gets caught in the lie, but rather, the "hidden" punishment that a liar can never truly believe what anyone else says.

Tell the truth!  You'll suffer far less embarrassment and be much healtheir emotionally.  Even if truth-telling brings temporary pain, God will honor your courage and bless you for doing the right thing.

A false witness shall not be unpunished, and he that speaketh lies shall not escape.
Proverbs 19:5

Friday, August 5, 2011

The Simple Truth

Oscar Wilde
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For the past few weeks, a group of friends and I have carried on a dialogue regarding truth and just exactly what it is.  The Free Dictionary by Farlex gives this definition: 
Truth n. pl. truths (trz, trths)
1. Conformity to fact or actuality.
2. A statement proven to be or accepted as true.
3. Sincerity; integrity.
4. Fidelity to an original or standard.
5. a. Reality; actuality.
b. often Truth That which is considered to be the supreme reality and to have the ultimate meaning and value of existence.

The problem with the truth is that what is truth to you, may not be truth to me.  Truth, to a large degree, is subjective.  Whether it should be this way or not, the fact is, it is so.  My friend tells me that she saw a particular event take place and it happened exactly this way.  Another friend saw the same event and what the first friend saw never happened.  Police officers will tell you that eye witnesses are not the best way to present a case.  Some will say the man who robbed the bank was tall and thin.  Others will say he was on the shorter side and kind of stocky.  Still others say that they're not even certain it was a man.  They all believe themselves to be telling the truth.

So, why is truth so difficult to ascertain?  Because your truth, what you saw and heard, may well be different from my truth.  I have sat through many meetings and at the conclusion of that meeting when addressing some of the issues presented with colleagues we have each come away with an entirely different idea of what was presented.  How can this be?  We sat in the same meeting.  We heard exactly the same words at the same time and yet, we disagree on the message presented.  And what's more, my colleague is telling me that what I heard is wrong.  Am I losing my mind?  I know what I heard.  I even have my notes to verify it.  This is my truth.  Her truth is just wrong.  My truth is right.

The problem is that we don't share the same lens with which we viewed the presentation.  What we heard is truth for each of us, but it may not be the same because her truth is centered in her own, unique filter which comes from her life, her experiences.  My truth is centered in my own, unique filter from my life experiences.  We heard the same words, but the words meant one thing to her and something else entirely to me.  There are two truths here and the reality is, neither truth may be the intended truth of the speaker, with his/her own filter of life experiences.

A perfect example would be my brothers, sister, and myself.  We were raised in the same home by the same parents.  The values we were raised with were the same for all of us.  The rules were similar for each of us.  And yet, even though we lived the same experiences, we each have our own unique recollection of those experiences based on our unique perspectives.  I see things through the filter of being the oldest, a girl, having a young mother, the job my dad was doing when I was born, the family around us at the time, everything that happened to me in my first years before my brothers came along.  Once they were included in the family, my world changed to include them-one at a time, and they began to form their own unique filters based on their world and experiences.  It all changed again when my sister was born and her filter began, unique to her life experiences.  She cannot know what formed my filter, just as I cannot know some of what shaped hers.  They are personal and they are ours alone.

So, how can we find the truth?  I like the third definition: Sincerity; integrity. I think  truth is being sincere, certainly, but integrity is the key.  Integrity is the steadfast adherence to a strict moral or ethical code.  Integrity is, what I like to say, where the rubber meets the road.  When I find myself extremely emotionally attached to an issue, I have learned that this is a signal for me to take a step back and examine the reason.  What emotional buttons have been pushed within me?  The problem with being emotionally charged is that then the issue becomes more about me than about the issue itself.  And when it's about me, I have lost the central issue all together.  Once that happens, then truths become skewed.  The truth is lost in my emotions and my own being.

I sat through a meeting recently in which many around the room spoke their truth.  I have no doubt that each one of them were sincere  but I also have no doubt that, for some of those people, their truth was lost in their feelings.  It was no longer truth for the group.  It may have been their own personal truth, but it was not possible for it to be truth for everyone because there was nothing about the group in what they were saying.  Their truth was all about them.  I realized this as I examined it later.  So much of what they said used the words I and me and my.  Others around the table used words like we and us and our, meaning the entire group They were viewing the incident through a more universal lens while the other people at the table were only seeing how it might affect themselves.

Was one of those truths more real than the other?  I can't be the judge of that.  What I can judge is that some of those truths were not based in fact, they were based on untruths.  I know this because the next day I did some research.  Numbers and history were presented that could be checked and I did so.  I wanted to be certain that my truth was not emotional, that my truth was based on facts.  Does finding those facts make that other person's truth less real?   Far greater minds than mine have attempted to determine this and have not been successful.  I am certain that I have no clear answers here.  The reality is, we each have our own truth and somehow we must come together to form a truth that we can all agree on.

This is not something that comes easily to us in today's world.  We have lost the skill of learning to listen to each other, instead of talking at each other.  When we can set aside our emotions and try to really hear what the other person or people are telling us, when we can set aside our filter and try to listen through another's filter, then we can find a common ground on which to build a firm foundation of truth for each other.  This, to me, is truth.

So, while we can use definitions from the dictionary (and these vary based on which dictionary you use) and we can continue to debate what truth is, we must understand that truth is illusive.  When I was a little girl and my mother told me to tell the truth, I believed that I was doing just that.  What I didn't understand then, and I'm not certain that I fully understand it now, is that there are many truths.  What is important is continuing to search for the common truth, the one that most of us can agree on.  Then we can create the new truths together.

There is no truth. There is only perception. 
Gustave Flaubert