Drawing Near

Reality is much too good to settle for phoniness. In spite of that truth, I have encountered a lot of phonies along the way. And sometimes I have even been one.

I’m not talking here about the kind of recreational misdirection that can inject some unexpected fun into life. I am occasionally guilty of that kind of phoniness. The other day, for example, I called up a friend who was seeking new tenants, disguised my voice, and pretended to be something that I am not:
I need to rent a condo, but I don’t have no money. I could pay you with food stamps. I don’t need food; I can shoot squirrels and other small animals to barbecue. Are there dogs and cats in the neighborhood? You get the drift. It was an interesting conversation, but after a couple of minutes, I had to tell the truth: It’s Malcolm, and I’m messing with your mind.

A couple of minutes of phony might be tolerable. A lifetime of phony is tragic. One of the characteristics of my family for which I am thankful is a lack of phoniness. I was reminded of that again sorting through some of Matt’s old papers. He had the family
wysiwyg characteristic; what you see is what you get. And I was reminded of it again in Hebrews 10: Let us draw near with sincere hearts.

One simply cannot draw near to God while being a phony. I am what I am and He knows it and loves me anyway. His character demands that the masks come off, and his grace gently sees through them. I don’t understand people who try to develop a relationship with God while practicing phoniness. The reality of drawing near is much too good to settle for less.