I am a speaker of truth, no doubt. That has been years in the making, mind you. Speaking my mind with certainty and determination. It is a muscle that needed strengthening over the years, but so far it has served me well.
I ordered some bumper stickers on line to support gay marriage. The literally say, “I love love. I support gay marriage.” Period. For the words, “love love”, they have two hearts on them. But, the second sentence is crystal clear, right down to the period, of what the message is on the sticker. I ordered a bunch of them so that I could give one, or two, to whomever was willing to show their support, be it on a car, window, or anywhere to spread the message.
Now, I don’t usually shy away from putting a message out there, not in my recent lifetime anyway. And, I have really gotten my chops in terms of advocating on behalf of LGBT equality and fairness. Justice for all. True knowledge and understanding about who we are. So, when it came time for me to post mine on my car, I thought that I would be ready, willing, and able, no questions asked.
But, I was afraid.
That was new to me, for the first time in a long time. I think I get slightly nervous at times, when I am preparing to rock my purpose, or do something new, I get nervous about proceeding, but I walk through those nerves and end up having a terrific time. This was different. This was fear.
Truth and fear on a collision course.
The truth part is the message on the sticker, for sure. I was clearly and without ambiguity, stating for whomever read that message that I support gay marriage. Period. The fear came in thinking about who and under what circumstances that message would be read. Driving on the highway. Parked in our driveway. When my parents come to visit. In the parking lot at work, at Walmart, at the mall. This issue can bring out the worst in people.
Now, I do have a rainbow symbol on my car. It is in the shape of a peace sign. I also have a mega huge peace sign magnet on my car in tie dye colors. Those also can elicit some pretty powerful responses. But, gay marriage seems to up the ante a bit, I think.
So, fear and truth collide, and for a moment, a few moments actually, I listened to the fear, named it, before I put that sticker on my car. Then, I breathed through it, realized that when I bought that sticker, I knew what the potential repercussions might be, and yet believe that truth is more important than fear.
So, I stuck it on. And, the sky hasn’t fallen in. No terrible repercussions. I actually find myself wishing that someone at a red light might ask me for one, so I carry extras with me at all times.
When fear and truth collide, like my example here, which one of them rules will determine the outcome. If fear rules, and we plague ourselves with what may happen, what could be, we become paralyzed to act. We put off that which might make us most happy, that which would assist us in rocking our true purpose.
When truth rules, it brings freedom, it brings the feeling for me of dancing in the street freely, singing and laughing and embracing the joy of life. It means being who we are truly meant and destined to be. Living out our full purpose and flying all of our colors.
However, the two often collide, and those that oppress and violate actually rely on that collision, because it keeps those whom are oppressed stuck, frozen, feeling unable to act. It is a powerful weapon to use.
I have had the people of Iran on my mind for that last two weeks, and that is where this post title came from originally. When the elections occurred, with the results that seem that they must not be the true, just results, and people began to fill the streets in protest, I found myself quietly cheering for those citizens, for standing up for truth in an open, brave way. Then, after the death of Neda, and the proclamation of the authorities there to arrest, and to persecute those that show their protests, for a few days, protesters did not go into the streets. My thoughts were that fear overwhelmed them, fear instilled by the government.
But, then what happened? The streets became active once again. I don’t know what the motivation was, but my belief is that those that wanted to speak the truth, and were afraid for a time, decided that nothing is worth denying the truth for. NOTHING.
So, those in Iran that are speaking up for truth and justice are heroes to me. And, I know that when fear and truth continue to collide in my life, truth will always rule. Even if fear has a foothold for a time.
Because, when we live a life in truth, we truly live.