Episode 7: Sweet Little Lies


Welcome to Episode 7 of the PrimalCast podcast! In this episode, Jeff and Allen start out discussing guns and segue into a hard-hitting discussion about the lies and self-deception that many people live with.

Allen: In this episode I share my story of discovering twelve lies in my life and how that came about. This is not meant to give power to any lie in your life, so please handle with care…

The Altar of Lies

Somewhere in the woods of Alabama stands a stone altar. Assembled with twelve stones which represent Eternal Truths, it stands as a pivotal moment in time against twelve lies of the enemy.

The altar is not a pretty thing – quite the opposite. We intentionally resisted efforts to make it perfect, to make it look good. We did not build it as a memorial, nor as a religious shrine to which we might make a pilgrimage. It was a place of sacrifice, where the weight of the lies was left behind, to which we hope never to return. Upon the top stone we left a small pile of ashes as we asked God to hear our prayers, to deliver us from the power of the Lies we have believed for so long, and to give us the strength to live out the Truth.

These lies I have believed for so long it seems impossible to believe they can be broken. But it is for this Christ died and was resurrected – to bring new life, to bring deliverance, redemption and restoration!

Written in reverse order, for each is built upon the foundation of another lie, they are as follows:

White Lies (Popular and Common)

12. If I say no, they won’t like me anymore.

11. If I deflect or avoid the issue I won’t have to deal with my problems anymore.

10. I can discover my masculine identity through the woman and/or sex.

“The older we get, the further away we get from who we think we are.” – Wayne Unser (Dayton Callie)

Black Lies (Black & Twisted)

9. If I take off my mask, people will reject me. Posing

8. If I follow the rules well enough, I can earn Father’s love.

7. Father only loves me when I’m following the rules.

Red Lies (lies against the Blood of Christ)

6. Achieving personal success is Father’s desire for me.

Derek Webb’s song “Wedding Dress” is especially appropriate here in this discussion…

5. I am bigger, better and more responsible than Father.

4. I’ve got this. I can handle this, I don’t need anybody else. I’m man enough

Damn Lies (Foundational & Damning)

3. I am alone, and I alone am responsible.

1 Cor 10:13 “No temptation has overtaken you that is not common to man. God is faithful, and he will not let you be tempted beyond your ability, but with the temptation he will also provide the way of escape, that you may be able to endure it.”

2. There’s nobody else coming through for me.

1. So I must be worthless, unlovable, certainly not chosen.

2 Corinthians 5:17 “Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation. The old has passed away; behold, the new has come.”

Allen: I wrote the following poem on a particularly “dark night of the soul” as we talked about on the podcast.

My Little Lie


I cannot tell a lie

Yet I willing believe one

That right is wrong and wrong is right

And up is down and down is night

And everything I’ve ever done

Is wrong in someone’s eye


It seems that I am stuck

But I can fake it rather well

I play the game and even smile

And work real hard but all the while

Inside I’m empty like a shell

That echoes with bad luck


I cannot see the way that they say

Is right before me

For fear and fog and righteous pricks

Fill up my head like pick-up sticks

Distracting as a bitter tea

And evening of the day


I’ve found I can’t atone

For choices made while in a haste

Nor for the ones that took much prayer

And counsel from the ones who cared

Yet ended like a toxic paste

That sticks to me alone


I can no longer climb

Up paths obscured from want of wear

Hand in claw with the rooks of Poe

Who rap their raps of gloom and woe

While I am seeking lightness there

Upon the trails of time


I cannot tell a lie

I said while telling one that’s crude

If im to blame for all this shit

And cannot change one little bit

Of where or when then I am screwed

And it is time to die

© allen patterson december 2009




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