The Day Truth Blew the Lies All To Hell

I will never forget the day, years ago, when I finally let myself admit our ‘church’ had eroded into a cult with all the control and manipulation that word implies. It is the day when I turned to my husband and said, “We have to get out of there.”

Scott looked back at me. “I was just thinking the same thing.”

We had decided to take advantage of the beautiful spring day and take our kids to the zoo. To most, this isn’t a big decision. However, our ‘church’ expected us to be present. We knew our absence would be noted. We would be tried and convicted of disobedience without ever having a discussion.

There would be a price to pay.

But some decisions are worth the price. Some decisions shake loose an invisible, evil hold and bring clarity. Some decisions change the course of life. Forever.

As we ate lunch in the picnic area, I studied the other families. I didn’t feel any of the things of which we had been warned. I didn’t feel different or threatened or defiled. As I watched a father patiently deal with his daughter’s melting ice cream, I realized all I felt was hope.

“I’m so sick and tired of it all,” I spit hot words, my husband in the line of fire. He looked at me, unsurprised by my intensity like he heard my thoughts before I spoke. “How do we know that guy isn’t one of God’s chosen?” I waved my arms for emphasis. “Maybe we all are. Aren’t we all made in his image?”

“Of course we are,” Scott said. “Everything they’re telling us is crap. It’s all crap.”

“Then why are we staying?”

“I don’t know,” he replied flatly.

“Me, neither.”

I took a deep breath, blew away my frustration and determined to enjoy the day. When our 2-year-old son belly-laughed at a baby gorilla, I laughed too. When our 6-year-old daughter made a joke about the elephant’s digestion, for the third time, I pretended disgust, then laughed with her. We found beautiful reprieve in the normalcy of that day.

On the drive home, the memories of the happy, ordinary families flooded back and sparked my comment. I’ll never forget the spot on the interstate where I turned to Scott and, with one comment, named that day as our day of escape; the day our lives changed. Even today, every time I visit the area, it stirs sadness and excitement when I drive past.

Sadness at the loss of time and innocence and belief.

Excitement at the prospect of building our life into something beautiful.

Once home, Scott called the “leader” to say we wouldn’t be back. Ever.

The only response a gruff, “Ok.” Click.

As we stood in our kitchen, staring at each other, grasping what we had just done, the setting sun seeped in and turned the walls vibrant shades of purple. The room, suddenly bathed in mystical, morphing color, felt brighter, lighter. Tears welled up as I sensed a Presence there with us.

I swear I heard the sound of chains falling off and cell doors being pried open. Fresh air blasted through my soul, as Truth walked into the room. He blew all the lies to hell where they came from, then gathered up the pieces of our brokenness and began to build something beautiful and holy.

That is what Truth does. That’s Who Truth is.

When leaving is only the beginning of getting free, Truth will mark the path.

When the pain of healing feels more like dying, Truth will bind up the wounds.

When new ways of living feel unstable and shaky, Truth will be the anchor, the foundation.

When the investment costs everything, Truth will secure the payoff.

Truth has never left us, and Truth will never leave you.

Because you see….

The same Truth that set you free will also refuse to let you go.


  1. Chelsea

    April 27, 2018 12:29 pm

    “Fresh air blasted through my soul, as Truth walked into the room. He blew all the lies back to hell where they came from, then gathered up the pieces of our brokenness and began to build something beautiful and holy.”

    Yes – I am inspired and refreshed by this post. Mostly because I think it’s applicable to anyone in their life. Truth will always be the guidepost, the #1 Voice to listen to, to light the way. The tricky part (for me personally) is when Truth is honest and sharp, rightly so, but my pleasing nature and go-with-the-flow attitude tends to resist it.

    You don’t know me (yet? haha), but I am proud of you and your husband for your courage, and trusting God to prioritize His way.

  2. Missy Lewis

    April 28, 2018 2:33 pm

    WOW! Beautiful story, beautifully written! I just started the academy, and THIS inspires me!

    Great work!

  3. Lisa De Vries

    May 9, 2018 5:04 pm

    So glad for your freedom, Angie. Beautifully written post.

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