I make no apologies. I do not like liars and I do not appreciate the lies they tell; anything to do with lying makes my blood boil.
Tell me a lie and I get upset when I find out. Tell a lie on me and I go ballistic when I find out. Tell a lie on me to someone who holds my job in their hands or a close friend/family member and I go insane when I find out. And I will find out.
I speak from first hand experience because lies played a big role in my separation and eventual divorce. It started with one little ‘white’ untruth that mushroomed uncontrollably into a big hive of black ugly stinging hornets from which our little family never recovered.
Thing is, I can’t even tell a lie because the person I’m speaking to can usually see L-I-E written all over my face. Nope, my motto is: tell the truth and take the consequences, especially since I know the limitations of my poor old brain – it could never take the stress of remembering what lie I told, who I told it to, or when I told it to them.
I recall having an encounter of the “I’m going to kill somebody” kind once. Someone had told a lie on me to my boss and I was definitely not happy. During the conversation with my manager I felt the heat expanding in my head as I started to sweat. I was fuming; she preferred to believe the lie and nothing I said made a difference.
Even though I saw lots of red at the time I stayed calm, controlling my anger as best I could before walking quietly away (to explode in the confines of the restroom). As far as I was concerned when I finally regained my composure and emerged from the ladies, I had managed the scenario rather well even though I was still upset but my girlfriend had a totally different take when I animatedly relayed my story to her.
“Why are you letting this bother you so much? Haven’t you gotten past these types of things by now as a daughter of God? Is this how you should be living your life, worrying about who is telling lies on you or what lies they are spreading? Is the anxiety really worth it? Where is your faith?”
There it was: the slap to the head aka ‘what is wrong with you woman?’ message in those five little questions. And yes, maybe I should have been bigger than the situation but I had a few burning questions of my own to ask.
- If you live your life as best as you can, trying hard to do what’s right by God and by extension man, why do people feel they have the right to unjustly attack your integrity/character by telling lies on you?
- Why do those who hear the lies believe the untruths they are told in spite of knowing the ‘real’ you?
- Why do people then use this false information to pass judgment on you?
- Why is it expected that as a Christian you will simply sit back and do nothing when you are wrongfully accused?
- Does anyone else share even a little of my concern?
I strongly believe that integrity is everything. I want to live my life so that people will know ‘fact from fiction’ even if the truth is not what they want to hear. I want to teach this to my son as well so that he understands his word is his bond because without a good reputation you are nothing.
Finally, I want to be like Joseph when he was wrongfully accused by Potiphar’s wife but acknowledge that I still have quite a way to go on this spiritual journey of mine because I am more inclined to fight than take flight.
I am far from perfect but I still do NOT like lies or liars.
Verse for Reflection
When his master heard the story his wife told him, saying, “This is how your slave treated me,” he burned with anger. Joseph’s master took him and put him in prison, the place where the king’s prisoners were confined. But while Joseph was there in the prison, the Lord was with him; he showed him kindness and granted him favor in the eyes of the prison warden.
Genesis 39:19-21 (NIV)