“I’ll never get Caught!” and other lies we tell ourselves

I can’t tell you how many men have sat in my office, crying their eyes out, having been caught having an affair, and shocked to have been caught. Twenty-five? Maybe more. What delusion makes them think they’ll never be caught?

One of my favorite non-Christian authors is Garisson Keillor. While he and I are worlds apart theologically, he is one of the funniest writers I know. He’s also an astute observer of human nature. In this story I’m about to quote, he get’s right to the heart of the spiritual problem, every man I’ve met with, had.

Most of his stories take place in the fictional small town of Lake Wobegen, Minnesota, in the mid-50’s. Flo is the town’s self-righteous know-it-all. In this excerpt from Lake Wobegen, Summer 1956, she’s waxing eloquent to a bunch of women around the beauty parlor, after one of their husbands is found unfaithful.