Dispatches from Fr. Charitas de la Cruz
Thursday, May 17, 2018
The sky above me is but a bubbling cauldron of greys. Nothing but grey from horizon the horizon … yet I know the blue sky is beyond it. And how do I know this? Experience I suppose. I trust my beholding blue skies. Rarely in the daytime when the skies are blue can I see the stars, yet I know the sky even in daytime is filled stars. And how do I know this? Someone told me and what they told me made sense.
What color is the sky at night? Is it black, is it speckled, is it clear and invisible? When the clouds are not around … I suppose all of these are true depending how beholds the night sky.
Now and then, a rainbow appears; now and then, an aurora washes the sky. Are they not considered as part of the sky or are they entities all to themselves? If there were no sky I suppose I could not see things occasionally colors. But I know they are more than merely “sky”. How do I know this? Because I consider it to be true and no logic has proven me wrong.
We speak of truth. But how do we know what is truth? Is it what I experience; is it what I have been taught; is it how I choose to believe? Is truth found in the Bible no matter how it is woven and patched together? Is it defined in the courtroom or by public opinion; is it defined by tradition or in insight yet to be gained? Is it in the dictates of emperor or in the soothsayer’s words?
“What is Truth,” asked Pilate. “I am the Way, the Truth, and the Life,” said Christ.
Loved Ones, if what we hold to be true is not in the spirit and character of Christ, then is it … truly true?
In His Service Always,
Fr. Charitas de la Cruz