Where The Truth Lies

Spending the day with a narcissist will teach you a thing or two. All the hollow exchanges that always pony back around to them. The noisy chatter impersonating caring conversation, floated with “yups” when talk doesn’t pertain precisely to them. Sometimes they invest in making it about you  only so that it can’t be about them and what they are really up to.

So much to be learned from observing these impostors. Amazing how they can so easily fool themselves! Luckily the truth can’t be faked.

Psalms 25:10
All the paths of the Lord are mercy and truth unto such as keep his covenant and his testimonies.

Some observable facts:

Truth is not acquiescent, it won’t bend to whims and fancy.

Truth is naked, simple, stark. It stands alone, unvarnished and solid.

It doesn’t exist in a vacuum, where certain facts are inadmissible; omitted as if truth can be coerced and molded. Where one fact is accepted but the larger stand of evidence is dismissed.

It is not accurate to say there is more than one version of the truth. That is precisely how the truth gets manipulated into falsehood. 

Truth doesn’t have to make room for multiple perspectives -yours or mine. Points of view are not necessarily the truth, but skewed by convenience and motive and lack.

The truth is consistent. It displays its self repeatedly like a chorus. Evidence of it’s nature builds with tidy perfection.  

When truth is neglected chaos results. 

Chaos is the enemy of the truth. 

God is not the author of chaos. He is the God of order.

Truth will not be ferreted out only to be trumped, reduced and cancelled. It will not be quieted. Truth will not be asked to be excused, labeled as ranting borne out of disgruntled enmity. 

Grownups like to pretend. They play one another like consummate orchestra leaders.  Until they wholeheartedly believe their own truths, the ones they rehearse as they drift off to sleep. The ones they practice in the morning as they stare in the mirror. They tell just about anyone with a pulse, “Look? See? See my truth?”

Impostors inflate their concocted lies until like parade floats they take on a life of their own. It becomes difficult to maintain them and the ensuing struggle to keep them from crashing becomes a full time endeavor. I would imagine it difficult to keep track of which version of the lie was told to whom and for what aim and at what time.

Sometimes a common refrain is heard when they embark on the truth, “No! I’m not even kidding this time! I’m serious!” That qualifier like a hashtag signals the rest of us that this time they are actually telling the truth. They think that “kidding” is synonymous with lying.

Impostors are adept at mimicry, they utilize tidbits of information, mangling the details and lacing in their own hair-brained opinions until they believe they thought it up! Nodding and complicit behind the facade.

These sound bites are trotted out instead of acquiring any actual facts. It’s so much easier to know one tired kernel on a topic than to dig a bit and learn the entire subject. Repeating handy one liners on any subject makes it seem as if they know a little bit of everything. But after a while the same rusted lines become the clanging cymbal drowning actual knowledge.

Proverbs 12:19
The lip of truth shall be established for ever: but a lying tongue is but for a moment.

When Impostor’s grandiose dreams are given legs toting them around becomes a fight with reality because hatching plans is easy, doing the actual work indescribably tedious.

Meanwhile truth is at work; mechanical forces grind to a halt, shoddy work passed off, bank accounts drain, machinery breaks down, people revolt, tempers flare, the loyal are shunned. All day long impostors shift the blame and frequent disappearing acts become the norm, the actual work being left to those who will be first denounced and then denied because they dared to speak the truth.

The second things don’t go their way impostors become martyrs acting as if they are the ones being put upon. Pouting and ranting and bullying in a pathetic tirade because their lies are spinning out of control, forcing them to look cartoonish and small.
They squirm and their masks sit askew on their heads, their bloodshot eyes work to and fro and they always opt out of the truth. The fact that their own lies have chauffeured them to this situation is always lost on them.  Frustrated they fall squarely back in their own mire and rewrite history immediately.

But that’s all impostors can rely on. Because one ounce of the actual literal truth would be their undoing. 

Jeremiah 9:3
And they bend their tongues like their bow for lies: but they are not valiant for the truth upon the earth; for they proceed from evil to evil, and they know not me, saith the Lord.

Many impostors have a dreadful neurosis that they fear above all else. And that is dread of being caught dead wrong in a lie of their own manufacture. Contorting the truth is how they relieve their neurosis; layering falsehood upon falsehood like a Ferris Wheel of giddy nonsense.

What happens to the chaos birthed from idle untruths?

Trust is broken. Completely and irrevocably.

No one operates in a void. All of our actions have repercussions. One well placed word has the ability to lift or to tear down. But impostors are nothing if not insensitive, so consumed with their own woe, and lacking the insight that their actions injure at all.

Thankfully our omniscient God  is every where at all times, and witness to all of our actions. So walking up to someone and verbally assaulting them is done in God’s very presence. Shredding them behind their back, done in God’s presence. Backing over them with a car and driving away, done in God’s very presence. All of our slights, our daggers, our slaps every single sin we commit– God is the ultimate witness….. and Judge.

And when you realize that an impostor could care less, and wonder when they will get a clue, it is imperative to remember that the choice of good versus evil has been presented to them too and if they don’t get accept the invitation…….God will not be entertaining them through out eternity.

And ultimately– that is where the truth lies.

Father God,

Please protect us from Impostors who shamble through life destroying any semblance of truth. Open the eyes of their understanding that they be humbled and choose You Father God. Only You can help them.

Psalms 25:5
Lead me in thy truth, and teach me:
for thou art the God of my salvation;
on thee do I wait all the day.

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