You know what I love about Jesus?
He always told it like it was. He just spoke Truth. ALL.THE.TIME.
He didn’t worry what people would think. Or, if they would still “like” Him. Or, if they would still invite Him over for supper.
He had to speak Truth. He was Truth.
Remember this? From John 4. The man I live with is not my husband. You tell the truth. You have been married five times – but now you are just living with a man.
Years ago, my own grandmother spoke words very similar to me. I was neck-deep in sinful living and her words pierced my soul. They changed me. They shook me to the very core of my back-slidden soul.
I am convinced that we as believers are so intent on loving – and don’t misinterpret me or misunderstand me – that we negate the truth. The Word of God is crystal clear.
I’m not talking about trivial things – I am talking about eternal truths.
Better to feel the discomfort of truth than the eternal consequences of sin. When Grandma Emily said those hard-truths to me there was no anger because I KNEW she was right – I didn’t get defensive. I didn’t make excuses. I hung my head and said, “I know, Grandma, I know.”
I began the journey back to Truth. Back to Him. Was it instantaneous? No. It was baby steps. It took years. But, “IT TOOK.” And, I have never looked back.
I try to speak truth at every turn. I want to save my loved ones from going through the detour of the miry pit. Alas, we all make our own choices – choices which lead to consequences, whether good or not-so-good.
But speak truth, I MUST.
Not on my watch!
When…the Spirit of Truth, has come, He will guide you into all truth; for He will not speak on His own authority, but whatever He hears He will speak; and He will tell you things to come. He will glorify Me, for He will take of what is Mine and declare it to you. John 16.13-14