A private conversation has me considering faith and how honest people deal with their beliefs and with their questions. I am convinced that every thinking person, at some juncture, must pull out his philosophies and hold them high so they are subjected to the harsh scrutiny of truth. Truth is at once binding and totally liberating. What is truth? though is the supreme question. It comes natural for me, and so I quote Jesus, as He responded to Thomas, His disciple who most doubted, saying, "I am …the truth."
Agreed, absolutely and with no reservations about Jesus's identification of Himself. Yet, as we interconnect our lives with His, and as we consider and observe and think, there arise questions about the living out of our Faith. How do we do that, exactly? We quest and strive, reaching ever for Eternal Truth.
Fault me not for thinking and striving for honesty. A superior quality is our intellect–setting us far above that of animal. Theodore Alois Buckley states in his introduction to a translation of the Iliad, "Skepticism is as much the result of knowledge, as knowledge is of skepticism."
Within the pages of my new book–only a manuscript at the graphic artist's now–is the following poem by an unknown writer:
"When you have come to the edge of all the light you know,
And are about to step off into the darkness of the unknown,
Faith is knowing one of two things will happen:
There will be something solid to stand on,
Or you will be taught how to fly."