DECEPTION
“You belong to your father, the devil, and you want to carry out your father’s desire. He was a murderer from the beginning, not holding to the truth, for there is no truth in him. When he lies, he speaks his native language, for he is a liar and the father of lies.” John 8:44
Some early studies concerned with prejudice show that we’re quite capable of reordering our perceptions of the world in which we live in order to maintain our conviction that we’re right. A group of white, middle-class New York City residents were presented with a picture of people on a subway. Two men were in the foreground. One was white, one was black. One wore a business suit, one was clothed in workman’s overalls. One was giving his money to the other who was threatening him with a knife. Now as a matter of fact it was the black man who wore the suit, and it was he who was being robbed by the white laborer. But such a picture didn’t square with the prejudices of the viewers. To them, white men were executives, black men were blue collar workers. Blacks were the robbers, whites the victims. And so they reported what their mind told them they saw–that a black laborer was assaulting a white businessman. As human beings who desperately desire our lives to be consistent and untroubled, we’ll go to great lengths to reject a message that implies we’re wrong.
Surely a mind that is stayed on the Lord would not assess this scene so erroneously. We know that our flesh does not always see things in focus. Because of that, we must keep our minds saturated with the Word of God. Only then can we determine where the plumb-line is. If satan is the father of deception, the peddler of lies, we must guard against tasting some of his handiwork.
Here is a great poem that came in a devotional from Riverbend Church. Wish I knew the author to pass along the credit.
The shouts of the peddler can be heard long before he can be seen
bringing back forgotten memories and distant times as if in a dream.
People and places that I thought I had left behind
unexpectedly return for no reason or rhyme.
The past becomes clearer and nearer still
with each taunt from the peddler’s ill will.
As I approach his cart and peer inside,
I notice it is full of all my mistakes that I have chosen to hide.
“This is who you are; buy some more guilt for the road ahead,
Or maybe weakness, selfishness or callousness will do instead.
These things have served you so well in the past.
creating vicious memories that must forever last.”
“For you can never be what you are not,
you are all these things even those you wish you had forgot.”
His deception seeks a familiar grasp,
one that has origins in my past.
For he pedals what I fear most might be true,
hoping I will purchase old failures and make them new.
Life strangling lies take hold with his telling,
lies made more bold by my buying what he is selling.
As the chains of the old nightmare begin again,
in panic I moan, “Oh God, not that same old sin.”
Then in answer to my desperate cry,
the Spirit of God breaks through to fight satan’s lie.
“No purchase necessary” the Spirit cried,
“All was bought when the Savior died.
Just accept what He freely gives.
His only desire is that you might live.”
“Free to live in the Father’s presence,
claiming as yours your eternal residence.
For you are only who God says you are,
His most precious creation under sun, moon and star.”
“Only one moment in your past means anything,
that moment when you chose Christ as your king.
He will define who you will be,
trust in His guidance to set you free.”
“Leave the peddler’s wares to rot.
They are only what you were and now are not.”
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