Where Is The Truth?

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.

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About Mark H Miller

Diane and I live in Leander, Texas. This past June 17, 2015 I celebrated the 49th anniversary of my ordination. We returned to Texas after three years in Washington, during which I served as interim minister in Bellevue/Eastgate and Mercer Island. Am planning to begin a 5th novel that will have my protagonist, Tricia Gleason, serve a year in licensed ministry in Snoqualmie, Washington. The novel, "The Lemon Drop Didn't Melt," will find Tricia wrestling with ministry challenges. None of which more daunting than someone wanting her breathing to stop. All the published novels are available on Amazon and Amazon Kindle under Mark Henry Miller. A primary goal in our return to Texas is to make sure grandchildren get lots of attention--here and in Chicago and Washington, D.C. Traveling is definitely an activity that will not slow down. With that, of course, fishing will happen. To that the t-shirt is apt, "I fish; therefore I am." In addition to novels, the book of Blogs, "Voice Of My Heart," is also available on Amazon.
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