Even closer than in the world, is in the church. How many times have you
In a perfect world, I tell you your breath reeks, and you say thanks, and you chew two pieces of gum. I told you because it bothers me, and you accepted it, because you want the best for those around you.
If I told you the truth all the time (and I am called to do so), I would tell you that I appreciate when you dress up to go to town; I don't think you should talk to your mom like that because I don't think it's respectful; I wish you wouldn't wear those tight jeans because they draw my eyes where I don't want to look; I think you need to ask God to help you forgive, and forgive over and over again, because Jesus asked it of you; I will share my heart and be open to you, because that is openness, and I trust you; your dress is really tight, and for the guys' sake, I wish you wouldn't wear it.
Why can't I speak more truth? Why do I always try to morph the truth and twist it a little to make it less obvious or less harsh? Truth is truth. Truth does not need to be defended. We only need to let truth out and embrace the truth.
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