When I Look At The Stars
Truth Isn’t True without Trajectory
Seeking truth, my mind constantly makes up and tries out evaluations and judgments. I conclude, but truth isn’t static and doesn’t end. I summarize, but truth can’t be contained in sentences. It’s more than a sentence long, bigger than a sentence to express. It must be lived, not just spoken or thought, or it can be worse than useless. Have you ever had someone tell you they loved you while treating you in a fundamentally unloving way? It does damage.
If I want to make a true assessment, especially of myself, it’s important to measure trajectory. At any given moment, God’s presence in my life may appear to be at a low point, or even nonexistent. But I’ve lived many years, years that show contours of journey and movement and purpose. God is taking me somewhere.
My measurable accomplishments? I’ve achieved a lot more than some, and far less than others. But comparing who I am now to where I used to be? That’s seriously impressive, possibly miraculous.
