When the trust is broken....
I'm still exploring the sphere of the mind—and how the serpent’s lie in the Garden disabled the natural “lie detector” in all of us.
That broken instrument of discernment still affects us deeply.
For example - in my own life - there was one lie that significantly shaped my childhood:
I was a "fig tree baby." Like many others born around the time Israel became a nation, I was raised with an urgent belief in the imminent return of Jesus. That belief shaped everything I did and didn't do. I didn’t plan for a future—I didn’t expect to grow up. I focused on living a pure life rather than pursuing education or long-term goals. I worried more about going to church, avoiding movies, and not letting boys kiss me than I did about building a life - and my marks reflected this.
I was also told that the Mennonite church just one mile east of ours was going to hell—because they smoked, drank, and danced. I avoided them.
To me, these weren’t just opinions—these were gospel truth.
Now, even here in Winkler, I look around and wonder: What is true?
Can I trust the façade of a beautiful home?
Can I trust the news about Carney - Trump...? Can I trust the news - period?
Can I trust myself?
Once we’ve been fooled, it’s hard to trust again.
So how do we live with this?
“It may take only months to rebuild a devastated city and restore life and normality, but rebuilding trust can take an eternity — and may never become reality.”― Mouloud Benzadi
That broken instrument of discernment still affects us deeply.
For example - in my own life - there was one lie that significantly shaped my childhood:
I was a "fig tree baby." Like many others born around the time Israel became a nation, I was raised with an urgent belief in the imminent return of Jesus. That belief shaped everything I did and didn't do. I didn’t plan for a future—I didn’t expect to grow up. I focused on living a pure life rather than pursuing education or long-term goals. I worried more about going to church, avoiding movies, and not letting boys kiss me than I did about building a life - and my marks reflected this.
I was also told that the Mennonite church just one mile east of ours was going to hell—because they smoked, drank, and danced. I avoided them.
To me, these weren’t just opinions—these were gospel truth.
Now, even here in Winkler, I look around and wonder: What is true?
Can I trust the façade of a beautiful home?
Can I trust the news about Carney - Trump...? Can I trust the news - period?
Can I trust myself?
Once we’ve been fooled, it’s hard to trust again.
So how do we live with this?
“It may take only months to rebuild a devastated city and restore life and normality, but rebuilding trust can take an eternity — and may never become reality.”― Mouloud Benzadi
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