Perhaps you, like I, find yourself rather distraught about the political events that unfolded in Washington last week.  Perhaps you feel as if justice was not done, as if what ought to have happened did not.  Perhaps.  On the other hand, maybe you're delighted with the outcome of last week's political machinations, that you're happy that things unfolded as they have.  And you're ready to move on.

     Either way, however, we both face the same issue:  what, in this acrimonious debate, is truth?  And how do we know it?  While I cannot suppose I can address this issue fully in a single blog, I would like to note that, if truth is to be had, we will not find it by deciding in advance what it will be.  We will not identify it by using our humanness alone; otherwise, we become our own truth.  We have solved nothing.  No, we need to discern and categorize truth by using what we, in ourselves, did not conceive, imagine, or make.  We need to look outside ourselves.
     What bothers me most about the events of last week is that many on both sides claim to be using the same transcendent source of value for arriving at their truth.  How then are the two sides so terribly different?
     We are, it seems, captives of who we are.  Maybe there really is a God who is bigger than anything we imagine him to be.
     We do well to listen to him.