DOES TRUTH TELLING SET US FREE?

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It was raining in the early hours of the day while people were in their huts,  a cock out of hunger decided to go out in search of green pasture however there was a drama as it met with a fox.

The fox on seeing the cock smiled briefly and mocked the cock: " you this disrespectful cock who dare you pass on my way?  now there is only one condition that will make me to allow you go, kindly give me three truthful point why you are passing on my way and why I should allow you go"

The  already sweating cock despite the cold whether sighed heavily and said: 

1) if I had known that this way is yours, I wouldn't have came out not to talk of passing on it.

2) I know very well that you are not hungry, if you are part of me would have been in your belly instead of asking me questions.

3) if you could allow me go, on no account will I come this way not to talk of coming out when it is raining.

The fox on hearing these three genuine points of mr cock decided to free it by saying: "go your way truth telling has set you free".

There is nothing that set us free as truth telling, however it is not easy to be truthful in a generation like ours where many people are against the innocent "truth".

Telling the truth requires confidence and courage, you say and explain things the way they are without minding the hazards involved.

You give account of event and incident the way it should be given without taking side or minding if  you yourself is going to be affected, this kind of truth telling does not only gives us prominence but also set us free. Always be truthful irrespective of the hazard involved.

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