Truth
Last night I spent four hours on the phone talking to one of my closest friends. We talked about a lot of things but we often came back to the subject of truth.
Speaking the truth.
Like John the Baptist spoke the truth.
Before his head was cut off.
One of the reasons I walked away from Christianity is because I believed that the church wasn’t interested in the truth.
They had no passion for it.
They had no desire to let it shape and mold their life.
Hell, most of the people cared very little about anything but their own lives let a lone the lives of others.
I was passionate about the truth. I was passionate about change. I was passionate about Jesus! I was passionate about living this shit out! Whatever it took, however it looked! It didn’t matter what it cost!
And I walked away because nobody else did.
I can’t think of a single one.
Except my friend I was talking to last night…and maybe another fellow pastor, but I think even he was scared of the truth.
As we talked last night I made this dark confession to my friend: I have become the people whom I left.
I don’t care anymore.
Not in a cold, callus, bitter way.
But, in a life has went on and I have left that behind and in doing so I have walked away from something that I was even before I was a Christian.
I was before and during my time as a Christian someone who was passionate and zealous about the truth.
I will be again.
