A.W. Pink
"It is not the absence of sin but the grieving over it which distinguishes the child of God from empty professors."
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What is truth? This question raised by Pilate, when Jesus Christ stood...
What is truth? This question raised by Pilate, when Jesus Christ stood trial before him, exposed his own worldview. He lived in a world in which absolute truth did not exist. I think Pilate’s voice was dismissive and filled with disdain. I imagine he sneered in mockery, angry that Christ dared to speak with truth. Though he looked straight into the face of the incarnate Truth, he could not discern it. Pilate was like so many today, a postmodernist, but one living in premodern times.
What is truth? It is defined as that which conforms with fact or reality. It is genuineness, veracity, or actuality. In a word, truth is reality. It is how things actually are. Theologically, truth is that which is consistent with the mind, will, character, glory, and being of God. Truth is the self-disclosure of God Himself. It is what it is because God declares it so and made it so. All truth must be defined in terms of God, whose very nature is truth.
God the Father is “the God of truth” (Ps. 31:5; Isa. 65:16, NASB and hereafter). Jesus Christ is “full of grace and truth” (John 1:14). In fact, He is “the truth” (John 14:6). The Holy Spirit is “the Spirit of truth” (John 14:17; John 15:26; John 16:13). Paul calls Scripture “the word of truth” (2 Tim. 2:15). Jesus prayed, “Your word is truth” (John 17:17). Everything about God is true. God always tells it like it is.
How valuable is the truth? Its worth is more “than gold, yes, than much fine gold” (Ps. 19:10). John Calvin says, “Nothing is deemed more precious by God than truth.” No one can be saved without the truth. Nor can anyone be sanctified or strengthened without it.
Steven J. Lawson, "What Is Truth?". https://www.ligonier.org/learn/articles/what-is-truth
Poetry: Distance and Time
We're safe here, she said, safe here
We all must be mistaken here
With miles of barren desert between
Scorched by wrath, bereft of life
Wind whispers lies into ears unseen
Destroyer of worlds, I've become to thee
That ruse has become our reality
Somewhere in this static dream
Calls from afar to battles unseen
I hear them as a reminder of what
You once were to someone given to thee
Like rage upon an albatross, mocking
and mocking the man of straw in me
The silence frozen, cold, bereft of grace
Leads us both to conclusions we dared not face
Yet time has built instead of eroded
Mountains we think the other thinks they can erase
An errand of fools this is
An errand of fools this is
Rising from the ashes of the doom
It took two to create
Sinful beings being sinful, both ignoring
Mandates given and statutes placed
Harbor of ice, this frozen embrace
Over cold winter's wind we can not hear it;
The words and the thoughts are misplaced
Riddles of riddles both understand, contextualized
Yet war from below slips in a virus disguised
Jumbled and jostled, the lyrical refrains
Talking in circles instead of face to face
Is there fear? Is there hate? What does God say?
It may be wise to to assess in this pitiful state
Compassion atrophied, a warrior poet once spake
Makes both forget that mountains are moved
And ocean basins scraped
By one and only one, the One in Three
And perhaps what I am to you is unclear
For it is only for Him to see until time appointed
If those plans be of He. Who can know, down here?
Until it is revealed to to one, to all, to we
The daughter is the main concern; Anything else
Is left at the feet of Christ the King.