Writing on the prompt word “True” for…
TRUE? What’s True?
In the last ten years of my life, especially in the last five, I have been utterly astounded, rocked, knocked to the ground stunned, over how many things and people (really people in all cases, in the final analysis) have proved false that I had thought true.
Close to my life, many were. People of God, or so I thought. People I thought so highly of… People in family, people in church, organizations I’d thought I could trust… on and on. And I’d really thought I was pretty discerning, not easily duped.
I think of the scripture in the words of the prophet who says the best of them is like a thornbush… (Micah 7:2-4)
One day when I had trouble with a skilled debater’s assault upon my beliefs, upon the verity of the very word of God (a person whose occupation supposedly was upholding that verity), Husband sat me down across from him and said, “Now, tell me what you know.”
My start was slow, even begrudging. I said I didn’t know what I knew. I didn’t know if I knew anything.
He just repeated his question.
“Well…” I said, after a while, “I KNOW that there’s a Creator. I know all this didn’t just make itself.”
“What else do you know?” he queried.
And then I began to recall the uncanny deliverances in my life and the timing of benevolences and the weirdness of coincidences in answer to prayers…
And I knew He had been there, heard, and helped.
And I knew His word had given me right guidance, and comfort, and strength…
And I knew…
I knew what was true.
I knew He was true!
He’s never proved false. “Slow” sometimes according to my impatience, but never false.
Not always responding with the answer I wanted, but always with my ultimate best.
I know that’s true.