An Inconvenient Truth

"What is truth?"
Pontius Pilate 30 A.D.


The most powerful man in the land looks Truth in the face, and questions its existence.

Soon after Pilate questioned Jesus, the Truth carried his cross to die a painful death. The One who fashioned the spit of man, found his creation running down his face on his passage to his unfinal resting place. The same breath that Jesus breathed into the nostrils of man was used to hurl insults as he passed by. As the Roman nails ripped through his flesh, you were on his mind. With each labored breath, he muttered your name. On the doorstep of death, Jesus intercedes on your behalf. “Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing.” You are “them.” It was a horrifying day, but a necessary one for the rest of your story.

God had to become a baby and live the life of a man. The same hands that scooped out the oceans chose to hold a baby rattle. The Deity who flung the stars chose to lay in a manger and gaze up at them. The Divine chose diapers. The Independent chose to be dependent. The One who gave man freewill chose to confront its poor choices. The King of Glory chose a crown of thorns.

Only the blood of Jesus can cover your disgrace. Only the blood of Jesus is able to wipe the slate clean. You must embrace it. Jesus’ blood must cover you like a spring shower of healing rain. Your ability to sin will never outrun Jesus’ ability to forgive. This is the beauty of the message of the life of Jesus.

At the foot of the cross is a mirror. Look in it. What do you see staring back? Jesus? That is exactly what God sees…nothing less. It’s only at the foot of the cross where this happens. If you choose to reject Jesus, the image staring back at you in the mirror is the best that you can be.

Saying “yes” is the hardest part of accepting truth. Christ already paid your price on that earth-darkening day 2,000 years ago. How can you give Jesus anything but your best in return?

The truth is simple…but it’s not convenient. It requires a daily choice to choose life…life in Christ.

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