“You’re Only as Good as Your Word”

My grandfather, Dave Walker, was one of my heroes. He died in 1961 at the age of 67. He was a simple man who could neither read nor write; yet, he was perhaps the wisest, kindest, and most honorable person I have known. Granddaddy Walker

The memory of a childhood incident resurfaced recently. I was about nine years old.

Granddaddy asked me to walk to the store with him. It was a mile walk up the country road in eastern Tennessee.

He bought me a candy bar along with his purchase of a bag of flour. We left for our trek back home. As the house came into site, Granddad reached into the pocket of his bibbed overalls to count his money.

“We have to walk back to the store,” he said. “He gave me an extra nickel and I’ve got to return it.”

“But it’s just five cents,” I protested. “He’ll never even know he gave you too much.”

“But I’ll know,” he responded in his typical gentle voice. He added, “Always be honest. You’re only as good as your word.”

Granddaddy could have used that extra nickel, probably more than the owner of the grocery store. He was “dirt poor,” working at odd jobs, plowing gardens, growing his own food on a rocky little farm.

When he died unexpectedly of a stroke, that rural community mourned his loss. People gathered in masses for his funeral at the McKinley Methodist Church. These were among the most frequently heard compliments:

  • “He was honest as the day is long!”
  • “His word was his bond!”
  • “If he promised something, you could count on it.”
  • “He never lied; he always told the truth!”
  • “You could trust him with your life.”

I’ve thought a lot about my grandfather during the current climate of runaway dishonesty: Charges of “fake news” by those swimming in untruths and distortions. Social media’s dissemination of false narratives for partisan political or selfish personal gain.

Dishonesty in high and low places has reached epidemic proportion and is increasingly accepted as the norm in political and social discourse. Lying has become a sanctioned political strategy. Character has been disjoined from policy as though winning surpasses personal and corporate integrity.

Granddaddy Walker considered honesty the core of character. Dishonesty he viewed as symptomatic of diseased character. He learned that from Jesus. “Whoever can be trusted with very little can also be trusted with much, and whoever is dishonest with very little will also be dishonest with much” (Luke 16:10).

Fred Craddock shared an experience in the buffet line at an airport food outlet. He watched a man in front of him hide a pad of butter under his plate.

The butter only cost five cents!  A harmless or inconsequential dishonest act! But Dr. Craddock commented that he kept his eyes on his luggage when that man showed up at the same boarding gate. All trust was gone!

Dishonesty infects the soul and poisons every aspect of life. It destroys trust, taints kindness, fractures relationships, undermines community, and subverts the common good. Lies are like termites eating away the foundation, or malignant cancer cells destroying vital organs.

Would you trust the man who hid the butter under his plate with your children? Would you vote for him for sheriff, or city council, or president? Would you feel secure with him having access to the nuclear code? Would you trust him with your life!

Character matters mightily! Granddaddy Walker was right, “Always be honest! You’re only as good as your word!”

“Whoever can be trusted with very little can also be trusted with much, and whoever is dishonest with very little will also be dishonest with much.”

7 thoughts on ““You’re Only as Good as Your Word”

  1. LIES ARE LIKE TERMITES INVADING THE FOUNDATION! Yes, character matters!! And we all see your Grandfather’s legacy living on through and in you! Love to you and Linda!

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  2. Thank you Bishop Carder! I may have to share that in a sermon! When I was a teenage boy working on my Grandpa Peyton’s farm an old African American man told me that many years ago when he was a young boy working for my grandpa my grandpa accidentally underpaid him one penny. One cold winter night he said my grandpa knocked on his door and handed him the penny he owed him and apologized to him. That happened about 80 years ago and I was told the story about 45 years ago. I will always remember my grandpa Peyton’s honesty.

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  3. Yes. Dr. Carder you are so right. Reminds me of my own Grandpa He was as honest as the day was log. HE was a farmer in carter co. He also worked on the railroad for%) cents a hour My memories of him seems to be just like your grandpa. My best to you& Linda Peggy

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  4. Thank you for sharing your family story. As I read it, I found my own memory of my father and my grandfather filling my heart again. I also found my memories wandering to my mother and my grandmother and their strong teachings and presence in my life. I am so thankful for these caring and principled loved ones in my life. They helped to shape and mold me into the person I became. They taught me the importance of always staying close to Our Lord, although our individual experiences have been very different. Thank you for helping me to remember. Peggy I Sewell

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