Truth. It is what sets man free. Having an uncanny ability to strip one bare and naked. Turbulent waters erode river rocks stark naked. Fish toil day in and out against the current of stirring water. The water hits the grind, with honor and courage and obedience. Wether one can see or not, the river flows with intention towards the salty sea. Truth is all around. See it.
Truth. It is the thunderous silence. Can you hear it? Frigid wind navigates the ponderous pine of a dense forest. Needles abrade. Stagnant snow descends from hospitable branches to form a new beginning. Flakes floating with the crisp breeze to join those residing on the forest floor. Wind stops. Silence. Shh listen to it.
Truth.Before it is a word, it is a deafening silence. A pin falls to the floor roaring. Truth can only be experienced. Words can only point to it. Life is truth. Death and rebirth are also truth. Suffering and strife, they are truth too. Grace, as funny as it is, free with no fine print, is truth indeed. In the end, who knows, maybe the camel passes through the eye of a needle.
Truth. It is the reversal of things. It is mysterious like the order of the universe. God is truth, but truth is not God. One speaks truth when one points to the entire human experience, not just the easy to swallow. Truth should make us cry, laugh, and rejoice. The Gospel is truth. It is bad news first, and then the best news man has ever heard. It is so good, it’s too good not to be true. The lame walk, the deaf hear, the blind see. Truth is the Kingdom come, on earth as it is in heaven. It is the Kingdom, the reign of God, breaking into the present. The Kingdom, if allowed, breaks into the heart and into one’s present experience. God does impossible things, with impossible people.
Truth. So think about it. Do you pay attention to the silence in your life? Or do you drown out the still small whisper of God with trifling crap?