The one thing I don't like is when somebody deliberately lies to me.its all over but the lyingTrust me; this has happened quite a few times in my life. Sometimes, by accident, they say something that isn't true; they just got their facts mixed up.

Other times, it’s a ploy to deceive me and get something from me.

As I often say, if you can’t con me you can’t con anyone.

I must say I have become very suspicious when somebody I don’t know promises me something “free.” If you follow through with these “free” things, it’s like my aunt used to say, “Sonny, there ain’t nuthin free.”

I’m sure my aunt would not lie to me.

Don't let this get around, but my opinion is every time a politician opens his mouth, he's lying. But you didn't hear it from me.

I've had to learn how NOT to lie. It's been challenging, but I have been persistent in this goal of mine. There have been stumbling, but I have gotten up every time and started over again. I don’t lie as much as I used to.

Not that I intentionally lie, at least I don’t think so. I sometimes get the facts wrong.

Like when I’m talking to the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage. I remember once she interrupted me and said, “You’re not lying, are you?”

I was stunned. If there's somebody I'm not going to lie to, it is my wife because she will discover the lie somewhere down the line. When she discovers the lie, there are consequences, as you well know.

I try not to lie; that's why I try not to talk too much. When I'm talking, I’m mixing up facts from different situations, which ends in confusion. I'm not lying; I'm just confused.

The only exception is for fishermen. My uncle, for example, was a great fisherman, or so he told us. If he caught all the fish he said he caught, there would be no fish left in the world. Because he was my uncle, I went along with his stories.

Besides that, I don’t think there’s any reason to lie.

Then there are those situations when you're trying to do something behind your wife's back, and you don't want her to know about it because it's a surprise. Have you ever tried surprising your wife?

Around Christmas time is the worst time in the world for this kind of thing. It's not that I'm lying to her; I just want to surprise her with a Christmas gift. I’m trying to hide something from her.

Coming home the other day, I walked into the living room, and the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage said, "Where have you been?"

That is the question. It's not where have I been, but where in the world am I going? If I tell her where I was, she would get the hint because it's Christmas time and I’m getting her a present. Is it wrong to conceal something like this? Do you think Santa would forgive me?

I have a hard time hiding anything from my wife. She knows what I’m doing three weeks before I do it.

Last year, she asked me where I was, and I fumbled around, trying to cover my tracks. I don't think I was that good at doing it. When we were opening our Christmas presents on Christmas day, she opened hers and said, "Oh, that's where you were when I ask you where you were." Then she laughed. I was relieved.

This year I'm wrestling with a certain situation. I've had some physical problems, nothing serious. But my wife is the kind of person who sees something and is obsessed with trying to fix it. That's a really good quality for her. And I appreciate it. Nobody can get things done quite like the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage.

Often she’ll ask me, “How are you doing?”

I take it as a trick question and reply, "I'm fine; thanks for asking." As if that will solve the problem.

Then she sees me go to the basket where we have our medicines. I have a pain so I pick up the Tylenol and take several out and turn around and guess who I see?

“What do you need that for?”

Now, I'm in a pickle. I can't lie, and yet I don't want to tell the whole truth. What in the world do I do?

“What? This Tylenol? Oh, I’m taking it in precaution of a pain in my knee I might get later this afternoon.”

Then she said, “Which knee do you have the pain?”

Now I’m in a dill pickle. So, I tell her it’s my right knee. I just hope I remember that the next time she asks.

The next morning as I was walking through the kitchen, my wife said, "Do you need some more Tylenol for your knee?"

Then she asked “the” question, “Which knee did you say it was?”

I can't remember hardly anything, she can remember everything, and so I had a 50-50 chance of getting it right.

Later that day, I thought of what David said, “Deliver my soul, O Lord, from lying lips, and from a deceitful tongue.” (Psalm 120:2).

No good comes from lying. My great challenge is to acknowledge that I’m lying and then do something to correct that.

Rev James Snyder videoDr. James L. Snyder, is pastor of the Family of God Fellowship, 1471 Pine Road, Ocala, FL 34472. He lives with his wife in Silver Springs Shores. James is an award winning author whose books are available at

Call him at 352-687-4240 or e-mail [email protected]. The church web site is

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