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What's So Bad About Truth?


What is so bad about truth?  You know the kind of truth that isn't subject or relative to my feelings or my experiences.  The truth that recognizes that God is God and I am not.  

Truth defines us and sets us free.  Truth allows us to take the Truth of God's Word as it is.  

Allowing the Word to say what the Word will say.  

Then taking that Word INTO our experiences and then Back to the Word!

If my life's believes, values and faith was based on  my feelings, experiences and reality then it would become a dynamic  moving target!  I have enough change in the rest of my life.  I need a solid place to stand.

Enmeshment leads to mental illness and dysfunction in our lives.  We can become so wrapped in the truth and reality of everyone around us that we don't even know who we are.  Psychological we become fragmented and broken.  

So we learn boundaries and we build them in order to define who we are and who we are not.  "I feel."  "I want."  "I hope."  We grow in Boundaries to take responsibility for ourselves and our lives and to love others.

One symptom of no boundaries is that if someone else is sad then we are sad.  Not an empathic putting ourselves in someone Else's shoes but literally only feeling what others are.  Not having anything defined in our own lives.

I believe that God is that example of Boundaries for us.  He established truth.  Lines.  His Yes is Yes and His No is No!  He is defined.  His definition and truth gives security.  

He is who He is.

His truth sets us free.

Relative, fragmented, subjective and moving truth enslaves.

C.S. Lewis states,  "A dogmatic belief in objective value is necessary to the very idea of a rule which is not tyranny or an obedience which is not slavery." P. 81


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