The Pain is in the Spin

Long, long ago an ancient Persian king fell prey to spin. He heard it from the best; he heard it from one all consumed with keeping power for himself. It sounded like the perfect plan, just make a law to kill the people who threaten you by their presence in your land. They are a bit peculiar too, and not like us, the reigning few. "I'll pay the cost," the king was promised, it all seemed too good to be true; "just leave the matter in my hand." And so he sat and drank, while chaos spread around. The pain is in the spin . . .

Even now there is so much spin that's spun. I hear it on the TV commercial, that "actors tell us lies so that we can see the truth." The daily news has so much commentary and political bias, it's almost impossible to decipher what is fact. Even our conversations with one another can be clouded with the spin that excuses our behaviors or blames others for our own foolish folly. And the end result of all this spin is pain. The pain is hurt, injustice, wars, personal loss, including financial and emotional ruin. Sadly even death will come to some who weave the spin or are caught up into its web . . .

Lord, today I ask that you will keep me from the spin. Keep me from falling for it and from telling it, for the pain is in the spin. . .

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