Where did truth go? Is it hiding beneath the dirt, buried by those who fear it? If so, how do I dig it out? If I find where it’s buried, will the forces-that-be do something to stop me before I can expose the lie? Will they tarnish the messenger so that no one will believe the message? Does that mean I should fear telling the truth because of what liars might do or say about me?
Relative…it’s what I’m told that truth is. Perhaps it’s relative in accordance to what we believe. I would argue that if we look to simplicity, there is no relevance.
Be prepared, as I am going to describe from my perspective (in brief) the good, the bad and the ugly of truth.
The ugly part of the truth may be something like allowing a hater to speak their hate. Forcing a hater to be silent under the guise of political correctness, doesn’t change the heart of the hater. It only puts us in the presence of hate without knowing it. We never know when that hidden hate might express itself. It might be my neighbor. It might be someone standing next to me on the street at a marathon. I want to see the face of the hater. I want to know who they are so I can keep my distance. I want them to reveal their truth.
The bad part of truth may be in having to face something about ourselves, or another, that is heartbreaking. Perhaps we must admit a wrong we’ve done, or admit a flaw in ourselves that may be causing a problem in our lives. Maybe it’s too scary to admit that someone we trusted might’ve lied to us. Maybe it’s someone we love deeply, or someone we’ve supported because we believe in them, only to find out they lied. Can you imagine the pain of these lies? Yes, that’s why we hide truths.
Truth cannot conquer us. The saying is not just a cliché … truth really does set us free from the chains of deception.
Finally, the good part of truth…it doesn’t take a paragraph or any detailed explanation. Truth may seem like an unsteady, rickety bridge, but it is the only avenue to the other side, where humbling absolution and infinite peace exists.