Coming back to New York always brings a flood of memories and new sights. Trying to see things clearly is difficult, especially when the facts are fuzzy. The drivers are confusing chaos. People bring their agendas, cons and marks are in play, and the each person’s perspective is unique and almost unknown. After three days it seems that I know less than when I arrived.
Initially, I assumed that I was the victim of a quiet conspiracy. It was easy to identify the protagonists. They appeared larger than life, and they were full of malice and vice. My pain was the direct result of their deceit and confusion. However, as I dug into the details the real story unfolded into a very different picture.
Secondly, I thought I was the victim of people who thought I was an easy mark. My defenses were on high, my weapons armed and pointed, and my tongue at the ready. I fired strikes to take out my enemy positions. I attacked positions to make sure my defenses stayed at their required levels.
Thirds, I assumed that I had all the facts. Clearly, my sights were accurate. Obviously, the flow of my logic was straight and true.
My tongue told a great story and painted a picture in color; but is it true?
“God hates…a tongue that lies.” (Proverbs 6.16,17)
I found myself in a pool of my own making. There was no conspiracy, nobody was assuming that I was an easy mark, I did not have all the facts, and my sights were not accurate. My tongue did not reflect the truth.
Clearly, the deck was like yesterday’s spring rain. All sorts of junk blew away. The air went from muggy/fuzzy to crisp/clear. Letting the junk go brought a new breath to life. Dinner with friends was fun, open, honest, invigorating, and nurturing!
Every morning is a fresh opportunity to begin anew. It is easy to tell you about what can happen when things are fresh, and much harder to let things go. When you do, the view is great!