One more reflection on my recent reunion.  In one of the email exchanges among us after we got home, I noticed this quote at the bottom of one person's email:  "Truth is not relative. . . . It may be elusive or hidden.  People may wish to disregard it.  But there is such a thing as truth."  So said American film maker Errol Morris.
     In our postmodern age, we tend to write off truth as something fungible, something we can manipulate any way we want.  Fair enough, but this renders truth essentially meaningless, nothing more than our own individual creation.  It has no authority outside of us.  And who are we?
     Even if we call truth relative, however, we are still affirming our need for truth.  We are saying that we cannot live with some sort of standard, some type of starting point for assessing the nature of our lives.
     We do not live in a universe without an epistemological anchor.  That is, we require a starting point by which we come to know.  If that starting point is us, we end up only affirming ourselves.  If on the other hand that starting point is, gasp, God (!), we affirm not only ourselves, but we affirm the reason for us, too.  We acknowledge who we most deeply are:  finite creatures in an infinite universe.