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You shall not...

I love it when sermons come back to haunt me.

At our church we have been going through a sermon series on the Ten Commandments. Last week was #9 which is what, class? That's right - no lying! (Exodus 20:16) Pastor Dan outlined five different types of lies:

The cruel lie ~ its basis being jealousy, its goal to hurt or slander others.
The cowardly lie ~ when we lie out of fear; to avoid confrontation/escape consequences
The conceited lie ~ a lie to impress others, to stretch the truth
The calculated lie ~ the core being selfishness; manipulative in nature
The convenient lie ~ when we lie because it's easy and we're lazy

Most of those I have always been aware of - either from my own sin or another's against me. But the last one - the convenient lie, was one that I hadn't ever given much thought to. Was it really a lie to say "nothing" when everything was wrong? I never considered that a lie before - but the more I think about it - the more it is. It's a concealing of the truth. Better to say nothing at all than to open your mouth and speak something that is, even at its most simple, false.

Aaron and I have joked a few times since last Sunday about this. Earlier this week Aaron said "nothing" in response to a question I asked him (can't remember now what it was!) and I teased, "Was that just a CONVENIENT lie I heard?!" He smiled and then told me the truth. Today I had to call CVS for my sister and I thought, "It would be easier to just pretend to be Leah than to exlain that my sister needs to know x, y and z for my brother in-law who had surgery, etc. etc. etc." But then like a lightening bolt to my head I found myself stabbed with conviction. That would just be the easy way out.

This is really simple, I know. Super basic. But aren't we super simple? Aren't we really, really basic? Think of the things we do and the circles we walk in - we're just little people in a little world with a big God who requires more than we often give. He hasn't presented a ridiculous mandate that we can't fulfill. He knows our frames and that's why He has promised that we can do all things through Christ. That's why He sent Jesus. Because we can't do the right thing on our own. And He knows it. I'm so thankful He hasn't left me out here all by myself.

There is no condemnation in Him. The truth sets us free. Why do we ever choose otherwise?

"Therefore, there is now no condemnation for those who are in
Christ Jesus, because through Christ Jesus the law of the Spirit
of life set me free from the law of sin and death. For what the
law was powerless to do in that it was weakened by the sinful
nature, God did by sending his own Son in the likeness of
sinful man to be a sin offering. And so he condemned sin in
sinful man, in order that the righteous requirements of the
law might be fully met in us, who do not live according to
the sinful nature but according to the Spirit."
~ Romans 8:1-4

SONG I LOVE TODAY: Fix You, Coldplay


  1. Hey hon - miss you tons. Call me sometime - I need to talk with you!

  2. I miss you, too! I will call you soon, k?! :)


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