The Pursuit of Truth

I have seen men old and young, men of old and men of now–slaves to doubt, chained by reason. Is life a sick experiment–has nature formed us to deceive and break us? Or are we breaking ourselves with our own thoughts and passions? Is our hope of life, a fulfilled life, simply a vanishing hope and a shattered dream?

I have seen animals, beasts great and small. The raging horse with a quivering mane, a cobra swaying, coiled for revenge; yet even a mouse frozen in fear at the silent crashing of the mighty eagle. All of these man sees, but there is no hope for us here. There is no doubt there–the best does not ask why, the beast does not seek for purpose.


Man is alone in all of this–under this burning, dying sun man must turn to man. To reason and to quarrel, to battle and to hate. Who shall make one man right and the other a liar? For every man is right in his own eyes, each man is king of his own world. Man truly is alone, on an island, alone with only a prayer–if God is, then purpose lies in him. All else is futile, utterly hopeless and wasted.

Man himself has stood before God and asked “What is truth?” No answer. For he who stood before him was truth. Yes, truth waited before him, in silence, with chains on his wrists and blood spewing from his mouth.

Some men have sold their souls trying desperately to find truth and to understand the deep and dark mysteries of this world. Yet others have despised their souls and without recognition have pursued power, lust, and happiness (among many other paths). Yet power corrupts, absolutely and without mercy. Lust is an invisible noose about a man’s neck, and it drags him within reach of the very gates of hell. Happiness, how lucid and sly you are! To attain you is like attempting to stand, reach out, and grasp the moon.

It is a hopeless endeavor in which man is set, like a mouse on a wheel. We seek so desperately to be free, yet it slips through our hands like sand. We forget that we shall forever be slaves, and it is our duty to choose our master wisely.

This is where doubt overcomes all men, of all time. For Caesar wept bitterly in his chambers, praying to another god to free him from Hannibal’s raging armies that rushed down the Alps like water, but to no avail. Napoleon sat in chains and dreamed, on his Patmos, hopelessly watching the waves crash in.

Solomon hated life, for its purpose eluded him and his passions crippled his soul. Augustine likewise crippled his soul as his passions ravaged his entire being and turned him into a madman. For lust overcame him, and even though he lived to learn, his own flesh kept him in bondage to doubt.

Martin Luther gave his body to be tortured by his own hands, putting all others to shame, for he desperately longed for God. When he beheld the glory of Christ, his heart near stopped and he trembled like a child. Yet one day he shouted before his enemies, “Here I stand!” opposing the powers that sought to crush him, “I can do no other,” and then fear gripped him, “God help me!”

Nietzsche declared himself a dead man and in doing so was condemned by his own words. Few men have entered hell while still living and breathing, but he entered it with the glow in his eyes: “God is dead. We have killed him, you and I.” He could no longer hope and his heart repulsed against him for his purpose was dust and ashes, his hope but morning mist.

Even today Dawkins preaches to all men everywhere that he is fulfilled, for to him God does not exist. Yet his very eyes, hollow and grey, deceive him and make him a liar. Not to us, but to himself. If you are so correct and so assured–then be gone, be silent, sir!

Deception, deception! All men young and old are deceived. But truth, it stares us in the eyes, and silently breaks the pride of mankind. Solomon judged correctly–man is eternal, for good or for bad or worse. Isaiah prophesied correctly that man’s desire is for evil and in this he turns aside and despises the truth, and its giver. Paul wisely declared that God is there, invisible yet working, hidden yet whispering.

“What is truth?” we plead, “What is our purpose in life?” we ask. He stands before us, in silence, like he always has. Blood drips from his hands and his face is mutilated beyond degree. Yet still he looks into man, patiently he proves what has been true for all eternity. Gravity is not true because it was given such a name, it is true in and of itself. The wind cannot be held or stored, yet only a fool would claim that it is not.

God is here, and he stares you in the eyes.

14 And the Word (Christ) became flesh and dwelt among us, and we have seen his glory, glory as of the only Son from the Father, full of grace and truth (John 1:14).

15 [Christ] is the image of the invisible God, the [preeminent over] all creation. 16 For by him all things were created, in heaven and on earth, visible and invisible, whether thrones or dominions or rulers or authorities—all things were created through him and for him […] 19 For in [Christ] all the fullness of God was pleased to dwell, 20 and through him to reconcile to himself all things, whether on earth or in heaven, making peace by the blood of his cross (Colossians 1:15-16, 19-20).


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