Ninth Word - Exodus 20:16
The IM has a pretty good interpretation, saying, “to bear false witness is to testify to or pass along report, insinuations, speculations, or rumors as if they were true, to the hurt of a fellow human being. Sometimes the practice stems from a lack of correct information- sometimes from lack of understanding- sometimes from misunderstandings- sometimes from a vicious disposition to distort and misrepresent.” I think that if nothing else, this represents a more applicable interpretation for us today.
This is definitely something that I struggle with, and for various reasons. None of it were conscious decisions of course, but motivations I realized in hind-sight. I used to be a horrible gossip, telling everyone everything about everyone else. I think that I did that because that’s what I saw growing up so I did that. I also realized later that I think that if I could get someone to share secrets with me about someone else, that meant that I was special and that we had a special bond. Of course that wasn’t true, but that’s what I thought and that’s how it felt at the time. It’s been a LONG road and some serious trouble, but I think that for the most part now I know how to keep my mouth shut, but it is a struggle.
Another thing that I find/found myself doing a lot is exaggerating, and sometimes to the point of ridiculousness. This is some soul searching I’ve done recently, and I’m doing a lot of trauma healing right now, and I think I’ve realized that my motivation for the exaggerations is because for so long no one believed me when I said I was in trouble. And at this point a lot of people that I thought would support me and that I thought I needed their support, didn’t believe me so what I would say would just get more and more outrageous to the point of ridiculousness. If no one would believe the horrors that I have been through, it was like a social experiment to find out at what point would my traumas be SO bad that they had to at least pretend like they were listening. I don’t know if that makes sense. No one listened to me, no one believed me and I used to believe that I needed them to care about what I went through to heal. Ultimately, most people didn’t care, but Jesus does, Jesus cares and in order to heal, that has to be enough.
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