Honesty

March 4, 2015

Times change… I know that. And I don’t know if women will relate to what follows here. Nor do I know if young people of either gender today can relate to what I’m about to write. But, when I was a kid television was filled with “cowboy shows,” or “westerns.” Gunsmoke, Bonzana, The Rifleman, Wagon Train and dozens more filled the air waves. Consequently boys of my generation spent an inordinate amount of time playing “cowboys and indians” when we weren’t playing baseball. Also, I suspect since WW2 and Korea were still somewhat fresh on the minds of our parents as many of them fought in those great struggles, playing “army” was a logical choice for their sons. There were a few “army” shows on television as well; Combat, Rat Patrol and 12 O’clock High come to mind. It’s hard to believe but we actually had to go outside to play. Seriously! In fact, we had to go outside to do most of what our parents wanted done which was primarily to make ourselves scarce. We would pretend to shoot one another with sticks, pieces of lumber, or plastic guns with caps if we were really lucky.  One exchange was heard over and over again between countless boys across this country.  It was yelled from the roof tops, the trees, and the drainage ditches. It was “drawled” in Texas, exclaimed “neutrally” in Urbana, Illinois, screamed “wicked loud” in New England and “yinzerized” in Pittsburgh. Know what it was? Ready for it? “I got you! No you didn’t! Yes I did! No you didn’t! Yes I did!” And on and on and on. You could touch your gun/stick to another guy’s forehead and pull the mythical trigger and he would immediately yell, “You missed! No I didn’t! Yes you did! No I didn’t! Yes you did…”

Even though no one ever got hit as stated above, I remember some great, Oscar worthy, death throes. The injured party would rise from their hiding place in a ditch someplace, yell in a raspy, failing voice: “Joe, they got me,” twirl around once or twice and fall silent onto the street or in a yard with maybe a twitch here or there. The best part – death was short lived. Get it??? “Death was short lived.” Okay, anyway…

I guess most of these epic battles took place in the summer during the elementary school years. I’m pretty sure by 6th grade or so I would have been too embarrassed to admit that I was playing “cowboys and indians” or “army.” I hadn’t fully discovered girls yet but they were growing on me and the pressure to conform to my peers was definitely present. Yelling, “I got you” with a fake gun or stick was, I’m pretty sure, positively uncool! So, what am I driving at? Well, essentially I want to point out the absurditey and immaturity of little boys and their games. But we can excuse them because they are little boys after all, aren’t’ they?

That being said: “I got you. No you didn’t. Yes I did. No you didn’t…” sounds a lot like our political leaders! I don’t care which side of the fence you are on. They all sound the same. “Not my fault. Yes it is. No it isn’t. Yes it is. No it isn’t.” The insanity of little boys (and some girls) running our country is FRIGHTENING! And quite honestly, DISGUSTING and SAD.

Take a look at these verses from the Sermon on the Mount found in Matthew 5: 33 “Again, you have heard that it was said to the people long ago, ‘Do not break your oath, but fulfill to the Lord the vows you have made.’ 34 But I tell you, do not swear an oath at all: either by heaven, for it is God’s throne; 35 or by the earth, for it is his footstool; or by Jerusalem, for it is the city of the Great King. 36 And do not swear by your head, for you cannot make even one hair white or black. 37 All you need to say is simply ‘Yes’ or ‘No’; anything beyond this comes from the evil one.

Note in particular the last verse. The short of the message here is this: “You don’t have to jump through all sorts of hoops to prove your honesty; just be honest!”

Eugene Peterson in The Message translation of the New Testament puts it this way: 33-37 “And don’t say anything you don’t mean. This counsel is embedded deep in our traditions. You only make things worse when you lay down a smoke screen of pious talk, saying, ‘I’ll pray for you,’ and never doing it, or saying, ‘God be with you,’ and not meaning it. You don’t make your words true by embellishing them with religious lace. In making your speech sound more religious, it becomes less true. Just say ‘yes’ and ‘no.’ When you manipulate words to get your own way, you go wrong.

Lest you think I’m just taking pot shots at easy targets, i.e., unsavory political types, the truth is we all need a healthy dose of honesty in our lives. It is so easy to inappropriately exaggerate to bring attention to ourselves, lie to avoid discomfort, lack integrity to benefit ourselves. The truth is, Jesus wasn’t just talking to political leaders in Matthew was he? He was talking to you and I.

So, the next time you are watching C-Span, MSNBC, CNN, Fox News, or whatever your pleasure is and you hear a conversation that sounds like: “Not my fault. Yes it is. No it isn’t. Yes it is. No it isn’t”, pull out your remote control. There’s a red button on it… mash it down and shoot the television. Oh yeah… then remind yourself about what honesty means.

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5 thoughts on “Honesty

  1. Good morning Bill, I really enjoyed this post. Oh, I remember playing all those army games and watching those old TV shows and listening to more on the radio. Also, my children all played them and I really think we have lost something through the years, when in the end these shows taught right from wrong, etc. My brother had two or three metal cap guns and also my father carved pistols for my sister, brother and I to play cops and robbers on the farm. May you have a great day and also give Ellen our love. Constance

  2. We would play “Amish People.” We would dress up with bonnets and aprons and not use any lights in our basement or any electric and eat “porridge”
    for lunch. LOL Then when we would go outside to tend to the sheep and cows and the “army guys” in the neighborhood would shoot at us. LOL
    Those were the days!! Such fun memories!

  3. What memories you brought back Bill. I must’ve grown up in an “upscale” neighborhood, because all the of the kids in my neighborhood got their “army gear” from Ralphs Army Surplus in Monroeville. But I feel that even in “battle” the “dying” rules were universal.
    Seriously,what used to be called inappropriately exaggerating to bring attention to oneself is now politely termed “spinning the truth”. Somewhere between the truth and a lie, there’s “spin.” We hear about politicians spinning bad news in their favor. We see journalists and pundits spin news stories to reflect a certain point of view. It’s easy. Let the words that come out of your mouth be honest and devoid of spin.

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