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Is Truth dead?
Let me rewind. I read How To Win Points but Not Influence People yesterday. The writer had me doing a one hundred and eighty degrees spin right after. Some of the writer's points: Why do girl scouts sell cookies? It is because they want to make their quota; they're not in it to make you a better person. Truth is NOT enough. Truth is part of love, but truth by itself is not love. Sharing truth will give you points. But that's as far as it will go...
Is Truth dead?
Yes, truth is dead!
No, truth will never die. Never! It will live for as long as you and I breathe in oxygen and give out carbon-dioxide to the rest of nature. It will grow grey hairs and transform from smooth to stretchy skin, but just like wisdom it will never die. Truth doesn't die, it gets passed on from one generation to another. Truth is written forever on our foreheads and cannot be permanently erased.
The Way the World Thinks:
I will shout from the rooftops, but I won't go down to the house to ask whether the people heard me right. I will preach from the podium, but I won't ask for the name of the young man who has beaten himself down so much. I will sit in the best spots, but I won't look towards the back of the room to see if a crippled man needs to sit down. I will act a movie, but I don't care about the little children watching- I want to be a Hollywood star. I will write a blog post, but I don't really care about the people reading it, I just want them to comment.
Is this love? No it isn't
Truth + Love:
Truth combined with love is what God has been offering us. We cannot just keep speaking the truth without showing love. There's a way to say the truth and portray love at the same time. Truth without love is as empty as a dark hole. There was a man in a fictional story who got beaten by road-side thieves, until blood oozed out of his skin and he lay there, half dead and half alive. A priest came by. I imagine he must have peeked at the body, but in order not to stain his priestly apparel with the half-dead man's blood, and since no one was looking, he kept walking onwards. I also imagine he was on the way to the temple. Maybe to intercede for the people. Maybe even to share the "truth." But his truth was dead because he had no love.
I want to share the truth, but it is empty without loving. I ache to spill the truth, but it is empty without sympathy. Something rises up in me when I get a revelation, a sort of supernatural high. But it is empty without showing that I know where you're coming from. It is empty without telling you I've been there before. It is empty when it seems like I'm on a pedestal that is untouched by blood. Truth + Love is God's message, not truth alone.
Truth is not dead. She just needs love to hold her hand.
For God so loved the world = Truth
That He gave His only Son = Love
Over to you. Do you think truth is the inseparable sister of love?
Have you ever heard the truth, but longed for a deeper personal connection, a loving touch?
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