Scene 1 – Mother: Alright. Who broke my best China plate?
Child 1: It wasn’t me!
Mother: (squints eyes with skepticism) *sigh* Alright, if you say so….
Scene 2 – Mother: Alright. Who broke my best China plate?
Child 2: I did.
Mother: Thank you for being honest!
I don’t think I’m exaggerating. Ever since the thought first occurred to me, I’ve been… somewhat… searching for instances like that one. It seems so unfair, doesn’t it?
Sometimes it feels like those who admit their wrongdoing are looked upon more favourably than those who admitted their innocence! Is dishonesty so frequent now, that we can’t trust anybody? The one who admitted their wrongdoing could be lying, too….
I have never heard the phrase, “Thank you, for being honest,” bestowed upon someone who denied the crime. “I didn’t hit him!” “Okay, thank you for being honest!” No. It just doesn’t go that way.
Why? I guess it’s because of today’s culture. The sin rate is so high, it’s disgusting! We don’t trust people anymore. Deceit is so normal, so common, that we look upon everything doubtfully. We don’t believe the pleas for innocence.
However, honesty is so rare, that it is valued much higher than if it was natural. When people confess their faults, we are surprised. Is it that we don’t expect people to tell the truth? So, when they tell the truth, even when it isn’t in their favour, we congratulate them.
I am confused as to which one is better. I suppose the first scenario is a difficult one to judge. For one, we have to have a healthy cynicism of things of this world. To err is human. We are just so used to people lying, that we can’t believe those who deny any wrongdoing. The thing is, what about those who truly are innocent? Do they get congratulated for staying clean? No. Do they get congratulated for not committing the crime? Not usually. Only the bad guys, when they finally declare their offense we call it integrity. We call it honesty. I call it warped.
Of course it’s good when people are honest and ‘fess up to their mistakes. It just saddens me that our world has fallen so far, honest people are so few and far between, and lying has become the expected way of living, that it’s a ‘big deal’ when someone tells the truth.
In the beginning, it was a BIG deal when someone sinned. No more.
We overlook everything, now. I find myself lying a lot! Not big, bad lies, but small little white lies. In the moment, they don’t even feel like lies! When I look back, though, there have been countless times, when I walk in my door after school, that my mum asked me, “How was your day?” Even though the tears stung the back of my eyes, even though my head screamed “TERRIBLE!” my mouth muttered, “Good.” That, my friend, was a lie. And where does it stop? Gross food, we label it ‘delicious’ in front of our cook. Ugly clothing we compliment. Is it lying? Or is it pretending… to be nice? I’m not so sure anymore.
Situations that call upon these thoughts have been bombarding me left, right, and center. I just don’t know anymore. When is it okay, and when is it not? What’s more important… telling the truth, or showing mercy and gentleness? Is there a way to do both?
Sometimes I can be honourable, but ‘sometimes’ is not often enough. Jesus is truth. Satan is the Father of Lies. Guess whose daughter I am?
I wonder, for someone who had never met me before, ever, whose daughter would they assume I was, after watching how I live my life?