God gave me a love of the truth, and I am ever grateful for it. It kept me in reality when delusion wooed me. For instance, I entertained the thought of becoming an atheist while at college. Within minutes of this contemplation, a single thought rose through the din of my mind and obliterated that path: “That’ll show Him!” How ridiculous to nurse a belief that there was no God when I was so very, unmistakably angry with Him. That was truth I could not and would not deny. But a love of the truth is no substitute for faith, and only IN faith does it become a love of the One Who IS Truth.
Love of the Truth Isn’t Everything
Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.
Hebrews 11:1 KJV
I confess that this verse runs through my head and my heart with great frequency because I struggle with it. How do I reconcile this achingly beautiful mystery with the truth assessed by my senses? When I first found myself wrestling with it, the Holy Spirit gave me an understanding of my inability to perceive the WHOLE truth. “For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known” (1 Cor. 13:12). I come back to this verse again and again and again – and usually as a chastening to some “I know…” that I’m holding. Why can’t I get this once and for all? Why does this struggle resurface in my heart over and over again? I have the beginning of an answer at last!
A love of the truth in the flesh is always opposed to the whole Truth, Who is Jesus Christ!
Love of the Truth vs. Love of TRUTH
I’ve been holding fast to a natural gift instead of believing and receiving the eternal Gift. What a glorious humiliation of my “I know”! The love of the truth is the means to salvation: “…those who are perishing, because they did not welcome the love of the truth [of the gospel] so as to be saved [they were spiritually blind, and rejected the truth that would have saved them]” (2 Thess. 2:10 AMP). I’ve made an idol of my love of the truth, believing that it would keep me safe. And of course, that idolatry has been death instead. Because I was clinging to the signpost pointing to the Truth, I was missing the Truth!
I saw every flaw and crack and ugly feature of the vessel that is Jennifer, and I held that to be the truth. And it is! But it isn’t the whole truth. When I confined the truth to what I could see, I was blind to “the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.” My idolatry of the natural truth blinded me to the power and beauty of the divine Truth at work in my earthen vessel.
I am not confined to the truth of my wretchedness. Jesus saved me, and that salvation opened a whole new reality that my flesh can never access. The Truth is bigger and more mysterious and more magnificent than my senses could possibly grasp. I can no longer be defined as the sum of my parts, because I am now His. And so are you. That’s the TRUTH. May we see it!
Guide me in Your truth and teach me, for You are the God of my salvation; I wait for You all day long.
Psalm 25:5 HCSB