Gravity

2005-5-16 05:18:00

Blayne writes:

I agree with you except for one point. I disagree with you on the point that a lie in those circumstances would be a lesser evil. I don't believe it is an evil at all to lie in those circumstances or would cast any cloud over the soul. I believe what separates the one from the soul in lying for personal gain etc. is the justification to do it. It is a sort of personal deception one makes to deaden any guilt. In the case of protecting a loved one from unjust harm there is no self deception and no guilt.

I would agree with you that, taken as a whole, a lie to save a life would be seen as a positive act rather than a negative one, but within that process cause and effect of a positive and negative nature do work out.

Ruth quotes my statement from the archives that I had forgotten about but it makes a good point. The effects of our words and actions are like gravity. Gravity continues to work no matter what happens and it matters not whether our works are good or evil.

If you were to save a friend from a fall that would take his life and scuff your knee in the process you might look to the skies afterwards and let God have a piece of your mind. You might say something like: "Look. I've performed a good deed here and because I did gravity should have been suspended so I would not get hurt."

In return God may say, "Gravity is a law that just is. You have to deal with it in good and bad times; when you are both healing and hurting."

The same goes for telling the truth and telling lies. They both have an effect and produce their own gravity that takes us places.

Just like you may skin your knee in saving a life and consider the pain justified even so would most lie to save a life and be glad for it.

Even though the overall act is righteous, the lie has an effect and the disciple needs to commune with his soul to neutralize or heal it and learn how to manipulate the future so the wrong circumstance does not materialize again.

If I have learnt anything, it is that life forms no logical patterns. It is haphazard and full of beauties which I try to catch as they fly by, for who knows whether any of them will ever return? Margot Fonteyn (1919 - 1991)