In the late 1950’s a television show hosted by Edgar Bergan, the ventriloquist, made its debut.  After a few months a young Johnny Carson took over the job.  The show was designed to pit three married couples against each other as contestants.  Each of the couples had unusual occupations or interests. The show was originally called “Do You Trust Your Wife?”  The emcee for the program was Ed McMahon.  The working relationship between Carson and McMahon would go on for the remainder of their careers.

Trust is a huge word, that is much too often flung around carelessly.  Phrases like, “You can trust us to get the job done,” or “Trust me,” or Why don’t you trust me?” are spoken daily.  We’re often told to trust our own judgment – trust our instincts – trust someone completely – place our total confidence in another because we trust them.  Our government wants us to trust them with our health care, our education, our laws, our military, our every day cares and many of us have lost trust in that same government.

So who do you trust?  Even in our personal relationships trust can be crushed or totally eliminated by one word, one thought, one false move.  When I was teaching theatre classes, it was extremely important to build trust within the acting ensemble.  We did so with various “trust” games.  One person would lead a group of blindfolded followers.  The leader had to maintain that sense of trust to the others, so they would follow knowing they would not be led into danger.  Another would require one person to stand in front of the other and without looking back, fall backwards into the waiting arms of the other.  Once the circle of trust is broken, it’s almost impossible to repair. These same games are used by corporations to build a tight network within their organizations.

We go through life believing in things, in people, in philosophies, in religion, in the tangible and intangible.  We were created to help one another, but once sin took over, that was shattered as well.  The bond that once was solid is now crumbled like a piece of paper that has lost its value.  We feel useless, helpless, bullied and unimportant.

So who can we trust?  The world’s religions have become diluted to suit the needs and desires of the flesh.  Relationships don’t always last, because people don’t seem interested in working at them.  Respect for life on both ends of the spectrum has become a joke.  Socialism has become the soup du jour.  All of these things and more have been slowly disintegrating our values over the years.

When things get so out of control there’s only One we can trust completely.  He never changes.  He’s consistent to the end.  He loves unconditionally.  We can believe fully in what He’s done and will do in our lives.  He won’t give up on us, even when we turn on Him.  He won’t disappoint, discourage, destroy.  He has always been there and always will be when we ask for His intercession.  I wouldn’t have a problem falling backwards into His arms, because I know He will always catch me.




About atimetoshare.me

As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on Amazon.com.
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