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We have a castle where I live, one that is rumored to be haunted. It’s a bit comical because this castle is probably the least haunted building around. I know this on account of the fact that I once worked in the kitchen there, at night no less. Not only am I great chicken with a large target on my back, and everything eats chicken, but I’m also pretty sensitive to spiritual fluctuations. I was often in that building alone at night, in the dungeon, in the basement, upstairs, downstairs, armed with nothing but a flashlight and not the kind of hefty flashlight one could defend themselves with either, but more like a laser pen light. My job if I encountered any ghosts, was apparently to distract them like one might distract a cat with a little red dot.

I assure you, that castle is the least haunted building within 50 miles of here. Any self respecting ghost would have gotten me long ago. There are numerous other places around town that I am far more hesitant about, but that castle is a complete, ghost free zone.

Bear with me, I do have a point to make in which ghost busting the castle is only my lead in. Believe it or not what I’ve actually just said is rather controversial, sure to ruffle a few feathers and not get me invited to tea. You see, there’s quite a bit of commerce that is somewhat dependent on having a properly haunted castle nearby.

The truth is not always convenient, nor is it profitable. Also, people do not appreciate having their bubbles burst. For my next trick, I shall point out how that charming uncle who pulls quarters out of his ear is not really producing infinite quarters from deep within his brain…..

My point being, nothing gets me into more trouble than speaking the truth. It really is my nemesis. I have spent decades in complete silence smiling politely, trapped somewhere between being too afraid to speak the truth and convinced it just wasn’t worth the effort anyway.

Once I said something so hideous, so crass, so vile, the villagers came after me with torches and pitchforks. You know what I said? I said, “No.” Yep, that’s it, just a rather soft and shaky, “No.” Turns out people really don’t like hearing that word. Who knew??

I say “no” a lot these days, and sometimes, “oh, hell no!” and yes, it rattles some cages, it makes people a bit nervous, it costs me some people favor. People I have learned, much prefer their minions, their yes-men, their comfort zones. And their castles, haunted.

My point being, the world would be a much better place if we would step into our full authority, rebuke the negativity, cast out the demons, and simply speak the truth to one another in a kind and loving way.

I return to 1 John 4 over and over again because those words always ring so true, “Herein is our love made perfect, that we may have boldness in the day of judgment: because as he is, so are we in this world. There is no fear in love; but perfect love casteth out fear: because fear hath torment. He that feareth is not made perfect in love.”

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