Reflecting on truth for just one more post, I have to rant just a little bit.
Have you ever been having a conversation with someone about a particular subject, and suddenly realized that they just have no idea what they are talking about, even though it is as plain as the nose on their face, but no matter how hard you try to correct them, their pride blinds them to the truth? Rant over.
Pride though, when it comes to the matter of truth, can be a double-edged sword. It can cut through lies and misunderstandings, but depending on how it is wielded it can be dangerous to the person using it.
Just because you know something to be true, doesn’t automatically make you right, especially if you intend to use it just to destroy people and not to bring correction. Truth must always, always be tempered with love. If someone doesn’t perceive that you care about them, that you have their best interest at heart, then the truth is meaningless to those to whom you are trying to convince of the truth. Facts are not truth, Truth is a person. Truth is the eternal, invisible God, who set aside all of his rights and privileges and put on flesh to be born as a mere human, to live with us, to know our struggles and our weaknesses but not succumbing to them, in the form of a man named Jesus of Nazareth. We have the eye witness testimony of the facts of his life, of dying a death he did not deserve having been declared innocent, but not that he merely lived and died, but that he was raised to life, a new life to be spent in the presence of God, a life that he enables through believing in him and practicing his example guarantees that all who do will, not might or could, will receive his reward. That is the truth. So, why not believe in him?