I think most of us – let’s say over 40 – are old enough to remember a TV show called, “To Tell the Truth”.  It was started up again a year or so ago, but I am not sure if it is on anymore or not.  The new version wasn’t anywhere near as good as the one from the 50s and 60s.

Three contestants would all claim to be a special person.  Whether it be the home run champion of baseball, a bee keeper, or a jet pilot.  The panel had a few minutes to question all three and then decide who was telling the truth, and who were the big fibbers.

If the real jet pilot stumped the panel he or she would earn all the money in the pot.

Lying isn’t that fun in the reality of our day to day lives.  I used to tell people I tell the truth because it was easier than remembering which version of the truth I told each individual.

I also remember when I was a kid I wanted so much to be like that I told every kid that they were my best friend.

That didn’t work out too well either, when a couple of them got together and figured out I was full of beans.

So, other than the TV game show, I am not sure I’ve figured out a spot where lying can really benefit any of us.

That’s certainly the case in our relationship to God.