Welcome to Day #3 of Guest Post-A-Palooza! Today’s guest blogger is Chad Jones who writes about life, faith, culture, and more at Randomly Chad. He resides in Arizona with his wife, two kids, and a bunch of other folks who must enjoy being way too hot. Chad’s a follower of Jesus, a great encourager, and a nerd just like me. Check out this post about truth and consequences, leave a comment, head over to his blog to read more of his writing, and follow him on Twitter!
A few weeks ago, my son and his friend were playing tag. This in itself is not noteworthy–tag is a very common game, played daily all over the world by young and old alike.
It’s not that they were playing tag that’s of note, but the kind of tag that is: football tag. You might ask what’s special about that? I’ll tell you: instead of merely playing catch with the football, which is I guess blasé these days, they were “tagging” each other with it! As in beaning one another, throwing it as hard as they each respectively could at the other’s body parts!
As a dad, at the time, I guess I wasn’t overly concerned (and truly I didn’t find out until later), because in all honesty, I did worse as a kid (things my son will never know). I mean in one sense it was a (somewhat) creative game, and they were playing outside–instead of on the XBox–on a beautifully cool spring day.
So the football tag itself, despite a potential for injury, didn’t really concern me. But what happened later–that did.
In a big way.
You see, apparently at some point during the game when it was my son’s turn to throw, his friend decided he didn’t particularly want to be hit. So he changed the rules…
By picking up a rock, throwing it, aiming for God Alone knows what, and hitting my son square in the mouth. And chipping–no, not chipping, breaking–his tooth. His right maxillary lateral incisor if you must know. Although we didn’t know it at the time, the tooth was broken so badly that its root was exposed.
As I said, we didn’t know–not until the next day. You see, my son, friend that he is, wanted to spare his friend any potential trouble. So he did something we are a little too good at: he lied.
On the one hand, I commended him for his loyalty, but as he isn’t Oliver North, and no actual lives were at stake, there was no “higher purpose” to his lie.
In fact, Jesus said in Luke 8:17 (ESV), “For nothing is hidden that will not be made manifest, nor is anything secret that will not be known and come to light.” The author of Hebrews put this way in 4:13 (ESV), “No creature is hidden from his sight, but all are naked and exposed to the eyes of him we must give account.”
Point is: the truth has a way of coming out. And usually the consequences are much worse than they are if we just tell the truth up front.
Have you ever lied to spare someone’s feelings, or like my son, to spare them trouble? Please share in the comments.