I wondered how often people lie on a daily basis.  Do they just lie when needed, or is it any time there is an opportunity?  Do we lie if it will help our image? Does religion or beliefs play any role?  There is an article here to give more information.

http://ehis.ebscohost.com/ehost/detail?vid=13&hid=120&sid=6121846f-7497-4e18-ac3d-a3a58e8e2bd9%40sessionmgr113&bdata=JnNpdGU9ZWhvc3QtbGl2ZQ%3d%3d#db=buh&AN=46804425

All of these things considered, I guess that I will have some "testing" to do on the "subjects."  By testing, I mean fishing for questions and trying to illicit certain responses.  By subjects, I mean my friends and/or acquaintances   This ought to get interesting.  I wanted to take this experiment beyond just my truth, but into other's truths as well.  That may be where this experience leads to.

My hope is that after awhile, the people around me will also take on this effort of truth.  In all things, my idea is that when truth is exposed, life will exude from every pore.  Pain will ensue, but life will follow.  It's the idea of the pain of birth, or the trials of this life, or the very simple band aid.  For if truth is not left out, hurt and lies will be held.  Life is to be lived by the breath of God, our truth.  So I wonder why we don't just let our lives live out loud?  Is it the shame, the pain, or the fear of misunderstanding?  When we open our eyes, do we fear the light?  Are we to always be withdrawn from the sunlight?  Is truth really what we want, is it really what we need?  If God speaks so much of love and truth, do they not flow together?  How then do we not live both in the same?  We honestly, wholly, and intimately do not wish to be fully shown.  For if we did, we would consider the hurt and the pain and all of the same, that left the mothers estranged and brothers slain, the people lost and the idols found, just rain.  Rain from the sky, life from the light.  The sun that screams from the clouds shining its beauty in the water fresh fallen, will open that flower and we would sprout.  We would open up in heart, spirit, and in mind.  For we are created to be shown, displayed as a lily, not kept as a seed.  For if truth were real in our lives, we would look all like the lilies of the field, broken, wet, but open and His.  For if we do not live in truth, in Him, we are left as next to nothing.  This not by His accord, but ours.  I wonder what life would be like wide open.  I guess I might just find out.