Truth or Lies?

Isn't it disappointing when you find out that something you really loved or believed in is completely fake or not what you thought it was?

It's like the time I found out that my Grandma's spaghetti is from a can. I was traumatized (at least in a welcome-to-the-real-world kind of way which isn't much on the grand scale). Her spaghetti was my favorite in the world and I was expecting, when I asked her for the recipe, to be slaving in the kitchen for hours. Instead she told me the brand of spaghetti sauce she buys. And for that very reason, I've never been able to enjoy it quite as much.

There are some things you expect to come from a can or to be full of ingredients that no human should ever consume. Like nacho cheese from a concession stand. It's okay, if you eat them you simply eat it with the understanding that you'll never know what you actually ate. But it's okay because you knew beforehand. Having it sprung on you that your Grandma isn't actually spending all her time mixing love with the ingredients of your favorite meal just for you is not okay.

That's kind of the way I feel about most things these days especially where religion and politics are concerned.

I am registered to vote. I don't vote for offices usually because I don't think I have the time or energy to dedicate any amount of time to finding out what I would need to know to make a decision between any candidates. I do vote on issues though. I can't stand to listen to talk radio. I can't stand all of the biased politically slanted hosts that think their opinion is the only one in the world and you must be an idiot to think differently. How can 100 different people with completely opposing opinions all be right? Or how can they think they are the only ones that are right?

I guess it's a part of growing up - realizing that most people think they know everything and have all the answers and realizing that I DON'T (know everything). In fact, I don't know much of anything. I find myself questioning things that I've always thought were right. I find myself realizing that the people I've always loved and respected are not who I thought they were. It's mostly easy to forgive, to realize that they are only human and I can't expect them to be more. But there are some who are so arrogant that they are more concerned with keeping their 'good ole boys' membership (by sticking to the strict code of 'what to believe' and by tearing down those who believe something differently than they do and ignoring and condoning each others sin) than they care about seeking the truth. THAT is hard to swallow especially when you realize that someone that is supposed to love you cares more about their 'good ole boys' than they do you. But again, they are only human. I've been forgiven of so much how can I even begin to think about holding their sin against them? I cannot.

Sometimes I feel so lost. I wonder how anyone can be sure of anything, how anyone can know what the truth is. I wish that Jesus would come and physically hold my hand while imparting truth to me. I long for Him. I want truth, I need it. After all, isn't that what Jesus said sets us free?