Memory and Truth

I read the other day that ‘memories’ can be suggestively placed in our head.  In my relentless search for truth I have always found this to be true. I rarely trust my memory. I have been known to swear I met someone in high school when in fact, it was college where I had met them. The funny thing is that as little as I trust my memory for past truth, I still don’t write anything down.  But there are pictures in my head I know to be true.  Memories worn down by time, leaving the feeling clear and the specifics murky.

A walk across a snowy lake. Treks through the woods, sunlight streaming through the trees and leaves falling all around. A coffee shop where they let me sit for hours, uninterrupted, staring out the window. Sparkling water under a tube on a slow moving river.

The search for truth can get as muddled as my memories unless I counter it with Biblical truth. The written word of God is where I come back for my truth again and again. I believe this book is the Word of God.

Everyone believes, has ‘faith’, in something. Worships something. Anyone who says otherwise is selling something. (unabashed Princess Bride reference)

What is your truth?  What are you worshiping?

Hebrews 4:11-13

Let us therefore strive to enter that rest, so that no one may fall by the same sort of disobedience. For the word of God is living and active, sharper than any two-edged sword, piercing to the division of soul and of spirit, of joints and of marrow, and discerning the thoughts and intentions of the heart. And no creature is hidden from his sight, but all are naked and exposed to the eyes of him to whom we must give account.



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