I think I better explain the title. It is Chinese, and it refers to the politic lie you better believe and declare if you want to live. Huhai is the second emperor of China: his father was a right bastard, and China is named oafter Ch’in, for he was the first emperor
Zhao Gao was, like many courtiers in that empire, a eunuch, After Zhao Gao, no wise emperor quite trusted them.
Huhai gave Zhao Gao a generous promotion and his influence in the government expanded greatly. Sadly, for the likes of Zhao Gao, this was not enough. Zhao Gao always planned to increase his control in the government, and eventually contemplated treason. One dilemma the ambitious eunuch faced, though, was that he did not know which government officials in the imperial court would side with him, and which ones would oppose him.
One day he came up with a clever scheme. He presented a deer to the court in front of deerthe emperor and numerous officials, and proudly declared it a horse. A very nice horse, indeed, beautifully groomed and capable of running at tremendous speed. The emperor, despite thinking of Zhao Gao as his trusted mentor, spoke up in disagreement and called the animal, rightfully, a deer.
At this point the officials in court had different reactions. Some sought to curry favor with Zhao Gao, and agreed with him, proclaiming the animal as a horse. Some remained silent, while a few spoke up and referred to the animal as a deer.
Zhao Gao now had a better idea on what to do. Shortly thereafter, the officials who spoke up and referred to the deer as a deer were secretly executed by his orders. The ones who remained silent probably got the axe, too. The ones who agreed with his lie remained untouched.
Lots of history followed, but a few years down the road, Zhao Gao staged a coup and had the second emperor, Huhai, assassinated as well.
We are to be people of the truth, including the truth we do not understand, and the truth of the pain we are in. We are not stoics, to deny this: Those who think they are stoics often have not had a sufficiency of pain to break them. Job had.. And the comfort from the academic counselors of that time did not ease his distress.
I would also way that saying you don’t deserve this when the charge is unfair and unjust, showing distress when you are grieving (job lost all his sons and daughters and wealth and health. Then his wife walked away) is truthful. Some of us have scars, often, when we look back, in part our fault,
But not all. There is evil in this world, getting particular delight when we lie about pain.
16 Then Job answered and said:
2 “I have heard many such things;
miserable comforters are you all.
3 Shall windy words have an end?
Or what provokes you that you answer?
4 I also could speak as you do,
if you were in my place;
I could join words together against you
and shake my head at you.
5 I could strengthen you with my mouth,
and the solace of my lips would assuage your pain.
6 “If I speak, my pain is not assuaged,
and if I forbear, how much of it leaves me?
7 Surely now God has worn me out;
he has made desolate all my company.
8 And he has shrivelled me up,
which is a witness against me,
and my leanness has risen up against me;
it testifies to my face.
9 He has torn me in his wrath and hated me;
he has gnashed his teeth at me;
my adversary sharpens his eyes against me.
10 Men have gaped at me with their mouth;
they have struck me insolently on the cheek;
they mass themselves together against me.
11 God gives me up to the ungodly
and casts me into the hands of the wicked.
12 I was at ease, and he broke me apart;
he seized me by the neck and dashed me to pieces;
he set me up as his target;
13 his archers surround me.
He slashes open my kidneys and does not spare;
he pours out my gall on the ground.
14 He breaks me with breach upon breach;
he runs upon me like a warrior.
15 I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin
and have laid my strength in the dust.
16 My face is red with weeping,
and on my eyelids is deep darkness,
17 although there is no violence in my hands,
and my prayer is pure.
18 “O earth, cover not my blood,
and let my cry find no resting-place.
19 Even now, behold, my witness is in heaven,
and he who testifies for me is on high.
20 My friends scorn me;
my eye pours out tears to God,
21 that he would argue the case of a man with God,
as[b] a son of man does with his neighbour.
45 “Who then is the faithful and wise servant, whom his master has set over his household, to give them their food at the proper time? 46 Blessed is that servant whom his master will find so doing when he comes. 47 Truly, I say to you, he will set him over all his possessions. 48 But if that wicked servant says to himself, ‘My master is delayed’, 49 and begins to beat his fellow servants and eats and drinks with drunkards, 50 the master of that servant will come on a day when he does not expect him and at an hour he does not know 51 and will cut him in pieces and put him with the hypocrites. In that place there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth.
We are the servants of God. We are not to be sneaky liars, wormtounges, lying about God. We ware not to preach that there is nothing but pleasure, prosperity and joy. We know that hedonism is a death trap. We know that suffering exists.
We know we will be hurt, but we stand anyway. Life is like that. If you are loved and you love, your lover, the life of your soul, will at times cause pain. Not always her fault: the illness and distress she feels you also will feel and at some time death will part you.
We are not told we will always be happy. But we are commanded to be faithful.
It may be that the test is how we treat those who report to us.
But in all things, speak truth. Point Horse Say Deer is a evil lie.