What Is Truth?

Early morning, in a palace, the Jews are outside because they fear uncleanness. Ironic, isn't it?

Pilate's words echo off the walls.

"What is truth?"

The governor has eyes, but doesn't see. He has ears, but doesn't hear.

He came to that which was His own but His own did not receive Him.

What is truth???!!! 

Truth stands before him wrapped in bone and skin and muscle and breath.

How many times do we ask ourselves that same question? Maybe never out loud. What is truth?

They say there is no absolute truth. They. Can anyone tell me who "they" are?

They have eyes, but do not see. They have ears, but do not hear. 



When grief threatens to kill the life left inside, when need is so overwhelming that it seems impossible to ever be met, when love dies, when hate wins, when minds go insane, and when it seems that hell is winning the war. 

When floods flood, when hurricanes blow, when cancer kills, when children live in pig pens, when we hate. When babies are murdered. When nature turns unnatural. When humans are sold. When faces have flies and bellies are large and hair turns orange. When water is brown.  

When "they" say it's wrong., When "they" say it's right. When "they" say we're wrong. When "they" call good evil and evil good. When we are accused, persecuted, shunned, mocked and despised.

They have eyes but do not see. They have ears, but do not hear.

And like Pilate, hands to our heads, we scream,

"What is TRUTH?"

Jesus said, "I am the truth."

Jesus said, "My word is truth."

Jesus said, "The Spirit will come and lead you into all truth."

Let him who has an ear hear what the Spirit is saying. 

Wrapped in Glory now, Truth waits to be seen by every eye. The earth will quake from knees dropping to the ground. Truth will be Lord. Truth will reign. This time, Truth will be recognized and received. 

Don't give up.

Don't give in.

There is such a thing as Absolute Truth.

His name is Jesus.


(Taken from John 1:11, 13, 14:6, 16:13, 17:17, 18:38, Rev. 3:22) 

This Is Why He Waits

The sun. Like a bridegroom coming forth from his pavilion, he comes out of his tent in the early morning. Adorned for his bride, he comes.

The birds begin their days work.

Dew glistens the ground. Mist came up from the earth and watered the ground.

Man. Formed from the dust of the ground.

I whisper. Words should not disturb the sacredness of this morning altar.

"Thank you for another day."

"Where is your God?", they say.

Seconds to minutes. Minutes to hours. Hours to days. Days to months. Months to years. Still, He does not come.

He waits. He tarries. For this.

"The Lord is not slow in keeping His promise, as some understand slowness. He is patient with you, not wanting anyone to perish, but everyone to come to repentance."

(2 Peter 3: 9)

Somewhere in a jungle of forest or concrete. Somewhere in a mansion or a thatch roof shack.

Somewhere on a Walled Street. Somewhere in a food line.

Somewhere next door. Somewhere on the other side of the world.

Somewhere.

Today.

Someone will confess with their mouth. Someone will believe in their heart.

He waits. He tarries. For this.

For this one.

From afar off He sees. The dead come to life. The lost found.

Today may be the day.

For the one you have been praying for. 

The eyes of the Lord run to and fro throughout the whole earth. 

The ninety-nine are left.

The angels rejoice.


The Son. Like a Bridegroom coming forth from His pavilion, He comes out of His tent in the early morning.

Adorned for His bride, He comes.

He looks down from the banister of Heaven.

He waits. He tarries. For this.

He wouldn't have missed this one for the world.

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Not A Blog Post

This is not a blog post.

This is an I'm setting the timer for 10 minutes, and writing, because I'm so done that I can't even begin to write an organized anything.

Ready. Set. Go.

I was going to write a blog post for my weekly "Tuesdays with Jesus" about how we have three basic necessities in life. Food. Clothing. Shelter. The bare necessities. I even looked up the lyrics to the song from the movie, The Jungle Book.

I wanted to compare these to Jesus and our all-sufficiency in Him. 

Here are my notes:

Food: He is the Bread of Life. 

Clothing: He clothes us in garments of salvation and places a robe of righteousness over us.

Shelter: He is our Shelter, our Refuge, our Hiding Place, and our Safety.

But after cleaning up the house, balancing the checkbook, picking up a prescription, buying a few groceries and putting them away, climbing the Mt. Sinai known as the load of towels that have accumulated for ONLY 3 days, and putting them away, I am done. So done.

I won't quote the Scripture verses that go with my thoughts above. Maybe you can look them up. No Hebrew or Greek transliteration today. 

No thoughts deeper than the wondering if it's going to rain. 

Nothing more profound than how I love the way my backyard looks at this time of day.

Whispering thank yous for a roof and clean water, clothes, and the ability to buy groceries for my family.

Purposeful thanksgiving. 

PurposeFULL thanksgiving.

She was pushing a grocery cart down the busy street on my way home. All her belongings within. Folks say our neighborhood is going down the drain. Suburbia isn't so polished anymore. I think she's a reminder from God.

But for His grace.

If I lost everything, would He be enough? 

Would His bread fill me?

Would salvation and righteousness hang well on me?

Would the shadow of His wings be the shade that gives me respite from the heat of my difficulties?

I'd like to say yes. 

I'd like to believe I would. Believe I could.

STOP.



 

Today

Dear Lord ~~ Today I want to start anew. 

Dear Lord ~~ I promise you that today I will. 

Dear Lord ~~ Forgive me. Starting today, I will start again.

How many times have you said those words or some variation of them?

I think I may have started over today, more times than there are today's on the calendar.

I don't know ... We're convicted. We glance back at yesterday and clearly see where we went wrong. 

An angry word. Impatience with the kids. Gossip. A less than God-honoring post or conversation on Facebook.

We didn't take God seriously.

We weren't serious-enough of a Christian.

Today we want to start afresh.

We promise that starting today.

"Here I am again, Lord. I know I've said it before. But today I really mean it!"

Is this wrong? Is it pointless?

I reckon it is not.

I reckon it is just as Jesus would have it. Watch this...

God's mercies are new every morning ~~ Lamentations 3: 23

Indeed, the "right time" is now. Today is the day of salvation ~~ 2 Corinthians 6:2

Forget the former things; do not dwell on the past. See, I am doing a new thing! ~~ Isaiah 43: 18-19

Do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own. ~~ Matthew 6: 34

In between the past and tomorrow lies TODAY.

The past is called the past because it's passed.

Frankly tomorrow may never come.

We are left with today.

To live.

To laugh.

To love.

To do our best.

To open our eyes and have ears to hear.

To do all for His glory and the display of His splendor.

To follow.

Wherever He may lead.

Today.

I reckon that's all together Biblical.




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