I love Truth. Whenever I wonder if I believe in God or love God, I tell myself, “I love Truth.” If Jesus is the way, the truth, and the life, then when I love truth I love Jesus.

Jesus said, “For this I came into the world, that I should bear witness to the truth. Everyone that is of the truth, heareth my voice. ( John xviii 37)

Some there are who do not love truth. I wish I could understand them. It all seems so simple to me. Truth, according to the dictionary, is agreement with fact. It is knowledge that conforms to reality. 1+1=2. I am using the computer. The dog is at my feet. I feel hungry. If these statements reflect reality they are truths.

Long ago in studying logic I learned that a thing cannot both be and not be in the same way at the same time. Either George W. Bush is president or he is not. Either the twin towers were demolished or they were not. Either there is a God or there is not. Some may believe there is a God and some may not. Therefore, some are right and some are wrong. You can’t have it both ways.

I love truth. Truth is not something you can vote on. It does not change. Jesus was crucified because he claimed to be God. He either was God or he was not. It is not a matter for polling. It is a matter for investigation, and reasoning, and logic, and a desire to know what is really, really true.

Jesus either founded a church or he did not. Again this is a matter for study, for inquiry, for seeking the truth. There is a historical fact to be discovered. There is a right answer and a wrong answer.

It is possible that the Catholic church is the church founded by Jesus. It either is or it is not. It is not possible that some 30,000 Christian denominations, all teaching different things, are all teaching truth. It is possible they are all wrong, or all partly wrong, but it is not possible they are all right. Lovers of truth cannot be content to accept majority vote because they know in their hearts that there is an objective reality to be discovered. We can’t have “my truth” and “your truth.” There is “A truth” waiting to be known.

Aristotle said that man by nature desires to know. I think there is something holy about seeking the truth, being willing to accept truth where you find it, loving the truth. Shakespeare gave truth high priority.
“This above all, to thine own self be true/ And it must follow as the night the day / Thou canst not then be false to any man.” Our fellow man deserves to hear the truth as we know it from our lips.

I have enjoyed Patrick Madrid’s books, Surprised by Truth, Surprised by Truth 2, and Surprised by Truth 3. (Sophia Institute Press). If you want to know how a seeker of truth operates, about the struggle, the determination, the agony and the ecstasy, I highly recommend them. They tell of 36 truth-seekers, coming from various places, each on a unique journey, all claiming to have found truth in the same place.

It surprises me somewhat to have started out writing my thoughts about truth and ending up plugging Madrid’s collections of conversion stories. (So be it.) Truth is a beautiful thing when it resonates in your soul and just draws you to itself.

I believe in Love. Whenever I wonder if I believe in God, I tell myself, “God is Love and I believe in Love,” But that is another story.