A word introduced becomes a reality, no matter its inaccuracy.
Today “word” is having an impact that, whether seen or not within the self, has lasting damage. Forget accuracy. Take the thought and its implication.
I’m not swirling here in academic trivia or displacement. Dealing with life…a friend, who’s a most trusted friend, yes, a minister, went through the raging fires of hell because a church member falsely accused him of sexual misconduct. The accuser filed charges through the church governing board, the governing board did its investigative diligence and determined the accuser had no truth in her charges.
That didn’t stop her. She wrote a long letter detailing “the sexual occasions” and sent that letter to the ten oldest members in the congregation. She then enlisted “opponents of the minister” to have a congregational meeting to oust the minister. The ousting vote, less than 5%, failed. The accuser and her family then went to another church and during that worship that congregation was advised their minister had left with the church secretary. They weren’t married.
I remember the anguish, the pain, the disheveling that happened. A word. A charge. An accusation. Sometimes truth has nothing to do with the basic declarations. How to tell?
No less, there have been occasions when a minister is guilty. Detailing is insignificant. I can only say, at least to my limited knowledge and experience, no off-tracked-minister has continued on my watch. That’s not arrogance or lifting me up. Rather, it’s a commitment for the truth to not be blemished in any inquiry.
Of course, this is launched from the sordid seedbed of the current Supreme Court nominee and his accuser. Of course, we each “know” who’s telling the truth. Of course, the next few days, pushing next Monday, will have some resolve.
In any case, what comes to me this morning…is not about a professor in California, is not about a Supreme Court Justice nominee. What strikes me is you…and I.
To live life with integrity, with a concern that each individual has been gifted goodness and life from God. And that each of us, not to scuttle what we hold in our own belief, to know that the truth is sometimes disheveled by feelings and prioritizing beliefs.
Okay. Preachy. But on a Thursday morning, this came to me. So I share. Life? Good. Life? Horrifying. And in it all, life? Gifted by God. So may it be our living, word and deed, does not bring embarrassment to God.