Truth

Truth outside of God is a never ending journey, a ravenous hunger, a diseased corpse stumbling farther and farther from our grasp, we run towards it like a groom to his bride, yet when we lift her veil we see nothing inside. We preach philanthropy yet act on greed. We lust for something to give us purpose, we are parched of hope and claw at the dirt for something to quench it. Like a knight marching into battle, yet our armor is forged from the fires of delusion. Our search for meaning, for truth, is noble and yet unoriginal to our species. Since the dawn of man, we have thrown ourselves into the ocean strapped to an anchor of longing and told the world we could swim. So they are forced to watch as we sink lower and lower until we vanish from sight, choking on our egos, and grasping at a phantom vision of what we thought truth whist our obsession, like a tender dove, flutters quickly away, and perches itself on mans shoulder, waiting to drive him mad another day.

But if we search for truth IN God, we find a much brighter future. We find forever loving story, a satisfying feast, a victorious savior marching closer and closer, welcoming us into his open arms, and if we run towards him, like a groom to his bride, then, when we lift her veil, we see grace abounding. We will preach philanthropy and act on love. We may lust for something to give us purpose, and we may feel parched of hope and claw at the dirt for something to quench it. But, if we seek His holy council, we will go forward, like a knight marching into battle, with armor forged from the fires of Hope and Salvation. Our search for meaning, for truth, is concluded at the foot of the cross, where the savior of man threw himself into the ocean strapped to an anchor weighed down by our sins as the world told him he couldn’t swim. But soon they were witnesses to the greatest miracle of all, as he cut the anchor away, and let it lower and lower until it vanished from sight, choking our transgressions, and giving us at a lifelong vision of what we now know truth is, and our new selves, like tender doves, flutter away from the dark, and we perch ourselves onto his shoulder, waiting for him to drive us home one day.