Truth Floats

Truth can be a hard thing to figure. A hard thing to recognize.

Actually, no. That's not true. (Go figure.)

If truth and untruth were lakes or some other bodies of water that looked identical---same size, same shape, same depth, same color, same temperature, same coast---how could you tell the difference?

Easy.

Jump in.

In Lake Untruth you sink.

You drown.

You die.

In Lake Truth you float. You lie on your back, look to the heavens, breathe the fresh air, and smile.

You come ALIVE.

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"What is truth?" Pilate asked.

---John 18:38 NIV

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He is the Holy Spirit, who leads into all truth. The world cannot receive him, because it isn’t looking for him and doesn’t recognize him. But you know him, because he lives with you now and later will be in you.

---John 14:17 NLT

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Pilate said, “So you are a king?”

Jesus responded, “You say I am a king. Actually, I was born and came into the world to testify to the truth. All who love the truth recognize that what I say is true.”

---John 18:37 NLT

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Jesus said to the people who believed in him, “You are truly my disciples if you remain faithful to my teachings. And you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.”

---John 8:31-32 NLT

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They know the truth about God because he has made it obvious to them.

---Romans 19 NLT

Paragraphical Perfection

Imagine a Carthage sown with salt, and all the sowers gone, and the seeds lain however long in the earth, till there rose finally in vegetable profusion leaves and trees of rime and brine. What flowering would there be in such a garden? Light would force each salt calyx to open in prisms, and to fruit heavily with bright globes of water---peaches and grapes are little more than that, and where the world was salt there would be greater need of slaking. For need can blossom into all the compensation it requires. To crave and to have are as like as a thing and its shadow. For when does a berry break upon the tongue as sweetly as when one longs to taste it, and when is the taste refracted into so many hues and savors of ripeness and earth, and when do our senses know any thing so utterly as when we lack it? And here again is a foreshadowing---the world will be made whole. For to wish for a hand on one's hair is all but to feel it. So whatever we may lose, very craving gives it back to us again. Though we dream and hardly know it, longing, like an angel, fosters us, smooths our hair, and brings us wild strawberries.

---Marilynne Robinson, Housekeeping

Social Notworking

I used to have a MySpace page. I shut it down about a year ago, and I've been enjoying freedom from its corrupting influence ever since. These days, as Facebook takes over the world, I can't bring myself to join.

I'll let Steve Tuttle of Newsweek explain why. He's funny.

http://www.newsweek.com/id/183180/page/1