When I was caught, though, caught red-handed, as the saying goes, my mother would say, "You are lying to me."
And my response to her was often, "I'm not lying, I'm telling you fiction."
As clever as I thought this was, this did not help my cause. My mother had not been born yesterday.
Later, as a teenager, I became convicted that my 'fiction-telling' was wrong, not simply when I got caught but because TRUTH is right. And Jesus said, "I am the TRUTH." My life had to--has to--revolve around TRUTH.
What is truth?
This is a question we should all be asking ourselves in this new reality we find ourselves since January 20th. If we live in the United States, it's almost like we've been dropped into Shakespeare's play, Taming of A Shrew. Do you know that play? Though it's often performed (I've seen it twice in the last decade--once in a beautiful setting in on the beach in Vancouver, British Columbia) the overall theme might be questionable to women today. But let's not worry about that right now. I merely want to talk about the moments where Petruchio and Katharina are on their way back to her father's house, and have this conversation (Hortensio is a servant) :
Come on, i' God's name; once more toward our father's.KATHARINA
Good Lord, how bright and goodly shines the moon!
Now, by my mother's son, and that's myself,HORTENSIO
It shall be moon, or star, or what I list,
Or ere I journey to your father's house.
Go on, and fetch our horses back again.
Evermore cross'd and cross'd; nothing but cross'd!
Forward, I pray, since we have come so far,PETRUCHIO
And be it moon, or sun, or what you please:
An if you please to call it a rush-candle,
Henceforth I vow it shall be so for me.
Then, God be bless'd, it is the blessed sun:
But sun it is not, when you say it is not;
And the moon changes even as your mind.
What you will have it named, even that it is;
And so it shall be so for Katharina.
Doesn't this sound familiar? It does to me. It rings of alternative facts. Whatever he says goes. That's the moral of this moment, the slippery road.
But it isn't Truth.
I was reminded by a good friend this morning (thanks, Jmas) of these words of Jesus: "You say I am a king. In fact, the reason I was born and came into the world is to testify to the truth. Everyone on the side of truth listens to me." John 18:37
We know truth. We do. It doesn't shift like sands in the Sahara during a wind storm. It is firm ground beneath us. The sun is always the sun is always the sun. The moon is always the moon.
Yes, truth is always truth.
The thing is, we are beginning to wonder if we can trust what we hear or read from the media. And though I am certain there are biases, I believe that most people in this profession are good, hard-working, professionals who want to do the best job they can--which is, in their case, tell us what is happening around our country and the world on a daily basis. I have a daughter in this job, and know others like her. They are so dedicated to truth, to unbiased truth.
So remember this. And remember that the sun is always the sun, and the moon is always the moon.
We follow the one who is the baseline for Truth. He is the measurement. "I am writing to you," John said in his epistle, "not because you do not know the truth. No lie comes from the truth."