The ice sculpture installation was done in September of 2018 by the artists Nora Ligorano and Marshall Reese
“The truth will out.”
While I cannot recall the year, I am certain the first time I heard that expression came from my father. I do not recall if those wise words were directed at me or at my siblings or was in reference to some general situation, but I learned early in life how highly he valued and taught us about integrity and character. Most of the transgressions I committed in my more than just mischievous youth were usually pardoned in our home with moderate degrees of punishment, but lying was unforgivable. On more than one occasion, I was guilty as charged and leaned that “the sin of omission” was just another lie. Instead of citing a personal incident as an example, I point to the sins of omission from two current Supreme Court justices as an example. They should have divulged the gifts received.
So yes, the truth will out. Here are just a few of the many expressions we know containing the word truth. With good reason, there are many.
Truth be told.
God’s honest truth.
The moment of truth.
The truth hurts.
The truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth.
And, my particular favorite:
…the truth will set you free… John 8:32
I learned early on that carrying a lie only leads to guilt and shame. Coming clean is weight lifted and a chance for redemption. Unfortunately, all too often we just witness deflection, obfuscation and sins of omission rather than facing the music. Whatever happened to being accountable?
As I am no master of words, I bow to John Lennon’s lyrics in his protest song, Gimme Some Truth, since they are appropriate now more than ever.
Richard Marks
Easton
Gimme Some Truth
I’m sick and tired of hearing things
From uptight, short-sighted, narrow-minded hypocrites
All I want is the truth
Just give me some truth
I’ve had enough of reading things
By neurotic, psychotic, pig-headed politicians
All I want is the truth
Just give me some truth
No short-haired, yellow-bellied, son of Tricky Dicky
Is going to Mother Hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocketful of hope
Money for dope
Money for rope
Oooh oh
I’m sick to death of seeing things
From tight-lipped, condescending, mama’s little chauvinists
All I want is the truth
Just give me some truth, now
I’ve had enough of watching scenes
With schizophrenic, egocentric, paranoiac, prima-donnas
All I want is the truth, now-now
Just give me some truth
All I want is the truth, now
Just give me some truth, now
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