Lies, Lies, Lies

“If you like your health care plan, you can keep it.”  Remember that sham?

How about this one? “Read my lips: no new taxes.”  Yeah – that one was a doozy too.

Here are some more lies to churn your gut: “I did not have sexual relations with that woman,” “The holocaust never happened,” “I remember landing under sniper fire in Bosnia,” “The Benghazi attack resulted from a protest against a YouTube video,” “Jewish temples were never located on the Temple Mount,” and, “North Korea will freeze and then dismantle its nuclear problem.”

I hope you’re wearing your boots, folks. It’s deep and stinky out there.

It’s beyond debate that we live in a culture of deception. I don’t even have to mention the names behind some of those quotes since certain people are known for their lies. Dishonesty has become their brand.

Lies serve a purpose to those who choose to employ them. Sometimes it’s an awkward attempt at self-preservation – a reaction to being found out. That’s a kid with crumbs around his mouth telling his mom he didn’t eat the cookie. It’s a morally bankrupt President stuck in “Zippergate” and debating the meaning of “is” on national television.

But sometimes lies are used to serve a cause, to shape beliefs, and to align the masses with a larger agenda. That’s the proactive form of deception, and it may be more common these days than the reactive version.

Paul Watson, a founder of the activist group, Greenpeace, claimed, “It doesn’t matter what is true; it only matters what people believe is true.” According to Mr. Watson and other radical social engineers, truth is irrelevant if it doesn’t achieve the desired outcome. They feel the end justifies the means.

The primary problems we face today are not the lies themselves but the motives behind them. Henry Louis Mencken, the influential American writer and journalist, said, “The whole aim of practical politics is to keep the populace alarmed — and hence clamorous to be led to safety — by menacing it with an endless series of hobgoblins, all of them imaginary.” His point adds to Watson’s position. Their convictions are that intentional lies are useful – even necessary to achieve cultural conformity.

The result is we have a confrontation here. Two basic narratives are at war: the narrative of truth and the narrative of deception. While the first one seems largely unaware of the conflict it is in, the second one is strategic and aggressive. It’s populated by merchants of lies that battle to destroy the truth at all costs. They know exactly what they are doing.

Let me illustrate this struggle another way. My son has played football for six years and he’s very talented at it. His coaches tell his team, “Be the hammer, not the nail.” My son has been both, and there’ve been some painful lessons as a result. Football is a battle, and the other team is doing their very best to win. Everyone needs to be “all in.”

Truth faces similar challenges. Its opponents are radically committed to winning, and there are consequences for letting down one’s guard or underestimating the situation.

The Bible states that active deception will take center stage in the end times. One could argue we’re well into that dynamic already, but in the final years before Christ’s Second Advent, Satan will exert unprecedented efforts to thwart his own inevitable demise. He’ll know “….his time is short” (Rev. 12:12), and if you think all the lies are bad now, they’re going to get a whole lot worse.

The tragedy of this terrible time to come is humanity will be deceived in myriad ways because they want to be. From a rational perspective that doesn’t seem to add up, but it’s true all the same. The masses who will reject the truth will choose to believe Satan’s “counterfeit signs and wonders” instead (2 Thess. 2:9). They’ll embrace his lies because they’ll want any solution except Jesus Christ!

The Bible lays out this end-time travesty as a graduating state of affairs. Those who want nothing to do with the truth will invest all their resources against it. Accepting one lie leads to accepting the next one, and so on. Along the way – particularly going into the Great Tribulation – humanity’s willful descent into full deception gathers force and consequence.

Things get worse as they go. That process will look something like this:

THEY WILL REFUSE THE SAVING TRUTH

We must remind ourselves that “they” are those who missed the Rapture. They missed it because “….they refused to love the truth and so be saved” (2 Thess. 2:10). They rejected God’s salvation and the plain evidence of His “eternal power and divine nature” (Rom. 1:20). They’ll have put themselves in a really tough spot, but Romans says they’re “without excuse.”

THEY WILL REJECT THE CONTROLS OF TRUTH

The masses on the wrong side of the Rapture can still repent and be saved – though the costs of doing this are greater (Rev. 6:9-11) – or they can distance themselves from truth even more. Many will make the second choice. They will rally behind the antichrist’s decision to “throw truth to the ground” (Dan. 8:12). As they wallow in new patterns of lawlessness, they will consciously reject any rules that point to wiser alternatives.

THEY WILL REJOICE IN THE SILENCING OF TRUTH

Things get even uglier in Revelations 11 when God raises two powerful witnesses to deliver a potent reality check to a rebellious world. These two prophets of God will be hated for speaking the truth that everyone desperately needs to hear and heed. When God finally permits them to be killed by the antichrist, the global community will throw a party and “gloat over” their bodies (Rev. 11:10). It’s a display of hyper-barbarism.

THEY WILL RAGE AGAINST THE PLAIN TRUTH

The Tribulation will be a time of unprecedented evangelism contained within a few years of unmatched horror and chaos (Matt. 24:21). Passages like Revelation 14:6-13 and 16:9-11 plainly affirm that the unregenerate masses will connect the God of heaven with the judgments they are receiving and the truth they’ve chosen to reject. While the Gospel will be made clear to every person on earth (Rev. 14:6; Matt. 24:14), masses of humanity will choose to curse God instead.

THEY WILL REGRET THEIR REFUSAL OF TRUTH

All their cursing, raging, rationalizing and rejecting aside, everyone who persists in these choices ends up at The Great White Throne judgment (Rev. 20:11-15). It’s an awful place to be. Every single person throughout human history that refused the gift of salvation will stand before Jesus Christ this way, and their senses will be overloaded with incomprehensible terror. They will regret their situation and they will confess Jesus as Lord (Rom. 14:11), but it will be too late for them.

In contrast to the unregenerate masses that rebel against God through the full course, the positive news is some people who are left behind after the Rapture will wise up and lay aside their personal agendas. They will learn their lesson the hard way, but at least they will learn it.

This second group is qualified by a sobering assessment: they suffered and died “….for the word of God and the testimony of Jesus” (Rev. 1:9; 6:9; 12:17, et al). In other words, they found the truth and they remained fully committed to it despite the extraordinary personal cost. At the end, they achieved the ultimate victory because they chose to be “all in.”

Our current crisis of truth is everywhere, but it’s not a new problem. In a key scene of the Gospel, Pilate asked Jesus, “What is truth?” (John 18:38). It was a rhetorical question, so Jesus remained silent. But Pilate had showed his real colors.

Like many people today, Pilate saw no truth or absolutes. Principles of right and wrong were shifting sands for him. His politics and convictions were defined by relativism and by his own ideological loyalties. If something was personally inconvenient, it was eliminated. If it served his personal agenda, it was elevated.

The tragedy is Pilate had no idea who stood before him. Jesus embodied truth, and He’d just told the Roman Prefect a few seconds earlier, “For this purpose I was born and for this purpose I have come into the world—to bear witness to the truth. Everyone who is of the truth listens to my voice” (John 18:37). But, Jesus was no big deal to Pilate; he missed the point entirely.

Many people hate the name of Jesus. Others may think Jesus is no big deal, and they may miss Him completely just like Pilate did. But Jesus is exactly what the world most needs (John 3:16). The Bible declares that Jesus Christ is truly God, and that His death and resurrection provides the only means by which lives are rescued now and for all eternity.

And that’s the truth.

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I don’t like heights.

Standing there at the edge of the cliff with my toes extending out over the rocky lip of the precipice made me break out into a cold sweat.

I stared down into the dark chasm, unable to tear my gaze away. I couldn’t see the bottom, but I already knew it was deep. The ground beneath me tipped one way and then the other. Waves of nausea washed over me, and my ears buzzed like incoming hornets.

Paralyzed at the edge—afraid to even breathe, a powerful urge to take a step forward seized me. It took extreme focus to stay put. With my senses ebbing away at the brink of this yawning abyss, and with no one around to pull me back, I wondered if I would survive this awful place.

No passer-by would have recognized my dilemma, for they would have seen me standing in the middle of my half-mowed lawn on a hot summer day!

The bright sun beat down on me as I stood there beside my broken mower. Grasshoppers rubbed their wings in a shrill chorus; and down the street—dogs howled in reply to the distant wailing of police sirens. A motorcycle roared by, and my neighbors chatted casually by the mailboxes.

I was only remotely aware of these things because the bottomless void had possessed me. I could feel the cold air wafting up from its depths, and I was mortally afraid.

I believe it was at that moment in my life when God gave me an epiphany.

I should explain a few things here. For about eight years before this point, I had experienced a relentless onslaught of challenges. I had bit off a lot with my startup business, and raising millions of dollars in a historic economic downturn was a herculean task. Progress was slow, and I was battered by those who judiciously stood on the sidelines stating the patently-obvious.

Several years of no income from me had made things very tough on the home front. My marriage was tested, and hurtful things were said too often. Bills went unpaid and we rarely answered the phone. My wife and I were exhausted; there was no end of this ordeal in sight. Our two children had little by the standards of their peers, and I constantly felt that I’d betrayed them.

Significant challenges also emerged in our extended family. I had become estranged from those I’d once been closest to, largely because I’d chosen to walk “wiser” paths. Beneath an avalanche of failed principles and unbridled pride, relationships were tragically redefined. In the aftermath, I had to be there for those that needed my support, although there was no one there for me.

Life had not been easy in the pews either. The class I’d faithfully taught for years was flourishing even as “new directions” in the church routinely came and went. I’d held to standards I felt the Word of God emphasized while others eagerly reset their sails to the latest breezes. But elaborate schemes against me by some of the leadership had bordered on obsessive, and I had a target on my back. I was called “the poster child for conflict” when I pointed out the real problems that were obvious to many.

For a long time leading up to that hot summer day, a week hardly passed that I was not rigorously tested. I had given of myself to others so much that I was running on fumes. I no longer had personal goals; my dreams had succumbed to a parade of trials I could no longer measure. I was just trying to survive, but my stamina was sputtering and discouragement was my constant companion.

My entire life had become a commitment of fiduciary duties and tortuous responsibilities to something or someone else. I found no one exercising the standards it seemed were always required of me. My shins were bloodied from choosing to walk the rocky high road, and every day I wondered if I had the strength to get out of bed and take one more step.

Unanswered questions plagued me. Had there been some fork in the road where I’d taken a wrong turn? Was I just fooling myself when I always tried to do the right thing? Was it my destiny to be an example to others of what not to become? Why did those who made the bad choices thrive? Would my family be better off without me? I had more questions like these, but good answers eluded me.

This describes my life at that juncture. I was an overburdened camel, vulnerable to one more straw. The inconvenient malfunction of my lawn mower was all it took, and this simple event tipped my scale.

With a rush, the ominous vision came at me and surrounded me. It saturated all my senses with a strangling fear. While I was physically standing in my own yard on that hot summer day, the rest of me was transported to a most fearful place.  My perceptions had become my reality.

With my heart pounding and my palms clammy, I stared down into the black jaws of my mower, wondering if I would topple in. And then I heard the voice. I couldn’t tell what direction it came from because it was just there, but it spoke to me and I was not the least bit surprised to hear it.

It asked me a question, “Do you still choose me?”

Suddenly I knew why I was in this precarious place. I had an all-important choice to make. At this vulnerable crossroads of my life—when I was weakest and most afraid, when I was cynical and disillusioned, would I still do the right thing? Would I still choose God?

Sure, everyone makes honest mistakes and I’m just as sinful as the next person, but I’d consciously done my best to choose God over everything else for years up to this point. I’d exercised great efforts to stay on the narrow path.

As a result, I was unable to identify any juncture in my journey where I’d willfully gone against all the plain counsel of the Word of God. Instead, under all this adversity, the Bible had come alive to me. It was the only truth I could find in my misery, and I’d often confessed that to my Heavenly Father as I poured my tears on its pages.

As I contemplated the probing question, “Do you still choose me?” I knew it was God speaking to my heart, but right then and there I was tapped out. Maybe others could have endured more, but MY glass was full and I was unable to take another drop. I had no more ability to fight the good fight.

I wanted to give up. Everything had become so difficult for me. It was tempting to step over the edge of that cliff and respond with “No,” and the urge to do that grew with each passing second.

A monsoon of spiritual forces wrestled for my soul. I was overwhelmed by a desire to shake my fist at God. I wanted Him to hurt the way I had hurt; I wanted Him to regret the path He’d put me on. It was all so unfair; I’d done my part to be loyal to Him through thick and thin, and all I had gotten was a raw deal. I felt no reason to say “Yes, I still choose you.”

In that darkest of places, I became aware of a tiny spark that glimmered deep inside me, barely visible under tangled layers of fatigue and frustration. I fixed the eyes of my heart on it. As it takes effort to focus on the speck of an airplane in a blue sky, I knew I’d not find this faint light again if I looked away.

By the grace of God, that faint light glowed a bit more. I cannot explain it better than this, but as it became easier to see, those forces which had been threatening to push me over the edge of the cliff lost some momentum.

I exerted my last ounce of will and I reached for that scant gleam through a whirlwind of intimidating shadows. In that moment, I knew that choosing Jesus offered me no positive guarantees by mankind’s standards, and it might cost me more than I’d already endured. But, my struggle at the cliff’s edge had become a rational one. Where I’d felt powerless just moments before, I was now on the right course of action. I HAD to choose God … still!  This was all about my eternal standing, and I’d be a fool to not choose Him.

My spirit—the “real me”—made a firm resolution, but I spoke the words through gritted teeth, “I still choose you, even if you slay me. You can take everything from me, but I WILL choose you. I will die confessing your name if I have to.”  It wasn’t very articulate, but it was honest.

Whoosh! The terrible dark chasm disappeared just as quickly as it had come. I looked around, but it was gone. The smell of gasoline and freshly-mowed grass lingered in the hot air. I squinted in the sunlight as the grasshoppers continued their strident refrain. It was like nothing had happened.

But it had!

For the last few years, I’ve reflected a good deal on that watershed event. My circumstances have improved from what they were before, but I attribute those blessings to a loving God that preserves me and keeps me in the hollow of His hand. Every day I wake up knowing it’s my Lord that I serve. No matter what I face, I’m here on earth to prove Him IN me.

I’d come to the very edge of my sanity on that hot summer day. I’d faced my darkest fears, but I was not without options. The Lord gave me the opportunity to make a decision, and I’m thankful He provided me with the strength and faith to make the right one.

But it will be too late to choose God for “….many on that day” (Matt. 7:21-27). According to the prophetic Scriptures, MANY well-intentioned, highly-regarded, and devoutly-religious people will discover too late that they’d neglected to make the one choice which they most needed.  Their resumes will be full of ministry and service, but the tragedy will be they never had a proper relationship with God.

If this doesn’t scare you—it should! Multitudes of frantic people will ultimately stand before Jesus in that condition. According to the passage above, they will point to their past actions, language, and achievements as evidence of their faith. Saturated with immeasurable panic, they will assert they had already made the right choice at the right time.

However, they’ll have no case. They had no real relationship with Jesus. In fact, He never even knew them! Since He wasn’t really their Lord, how could they really be His followers? Their problem will be that they had defined their commitment to God on their own terms and not His.

That’s a fatal mistake.

The plain truth of the Bible flies in the face of conventional Christian culture. The Scriptures bury the notion that one can utter a prescriptive prayer, then go their own way and be good-to-go for eternity. It doesn’t work like that.

Furthermore, real followers of God don’t find security in their denominational affiliations any more than they give high regard to their academic credentials. They are not recognized by the places they avoid, the jobs they have, and the friends they keep or the ones they don’t. God is not interested in what they wear on Sunday morning.

As the terrifying truth of Matt. 7:21-27 outlines, there are far too many “Christians” who rest in the false assurances of the things they do and say. They are no different than the Pharisees who did and said much that appeared righteous, but were exposed as “whitewashed tombs” (Matt. 23:27).

The seductive safety-in-numbers mentality persuades many “Christians” that their present situation is “just fine.” But God does not rely on polls, and it is accurate to say that to be right with God often means to be wrong with Man. The converse is equally true. It is exceedingly dangerous to assess one’s spiritual condition by the measures of a church that has “left her first love” (Rev. 2:4).

There should be nothing more precious to any of us than a genuine saving faith, and according to the first few verses of James, that’s a faith that’s been rigorously tested and proved. It’s one that remains unbroken after the ravages of protracted pain.

A real faith is one that holds up under a gauntlet of diverse personal temptations and overcomes wrong choices with wisdom. All this means that true faith chooses a right view of God over everything else. I’m not saying it doesn’t stub its toe from time to time, but a saving faith consistently returns to a proper path.

The problem with a comfortable life is it’s structured to avoid challenges, and therein lies the danger. It’s when we are most comfortable that we are most unaware of our predicament. Just as a man’s real character is exposed by adversity, so it’s equally true that one’s faith is proven in the furnace.

With this in view, I maintain that one of the reasons the world will not believe the Rapture has actually taken place—when it does, is because so many “Christians” will still be found in their comfortable churches that they have always attended. Having acted like the world for so long, these people will find themselves left where they chose to be. The circumstances of those who are left behind will be used to argue that the Bible does not really mean what it says.

So let’s bring all of this to the here and now. We don’t need any more teachers and preachers that will “tickle our ears” (2 Tim. 4:3) with socially-acceptable pabulum. While some people may not want the discomforts that come with hard-hitting biblical truth, that’s exactly what they most need. Truth divides. It puts what is right on one side and it puts what is wrong on the other. It forces us to make a choice.

Paul exhorted us to “….work out our salvation with fear and trembling” (Philippians 2:12) because a real faith holds immeasurable eternal value, and a little discomfort to acquire it is a good thing. As Jim Elliott said, “He is no fool who gives up what he cannot keep to gain that which he cannot lose.”

A time is indeed coming when a line will be drawn between those who know Jesus and those who thought they did. It’s best to examine your heart carefully now and make the right choice while you still can.