Jesus replied, “You say that I am a king. For this reason I was born, and for this reason I came into the world - to testify to the truth. Everyone who belongs to the truth listens to my voice.” (John 18:37)
I woke inside our tent and heard the rippling of the Zambezi River. On the other side of the nylon fabric, large molars crunched food and strong breaths rushed from a heavy chest.
A territorial hippo, an elephant, maybe those lions we heard roaring earlier?
I was nervous about my first camping trip in Africa and sounds grew ominous in the black of night. Everything was on the menu for something else. By morning light, the spore (nice word for poo) confirmed our nocturnal visitor was only a vegetarian eland. I was relieved that nothing had been hungry enough to eat sour, old white guy that night.
Among humans there are differences in appetite for truth. Some only want truth when it brings earthly gain. Others crave truth no matter the cost to temporal self. We range from animalistic snackers to Spirit hungry gorgers.
In the Gospels, Jesus speaks shocking truth that I often waterdown with my interpretations. I take “carry your cross,” “lose your life,” and “turn the other cheek,” and make them into irrelevant metaphors. Read as literal commands they’re too potent for my delicate palate. I prefer diluted half-truths.
Jesus is the grand champion of truth. He not only speaks absolute truth but he also absorbs my falsehood into himself for destruction on the cross. Because he takes my punishment, I can stop watering down Scripture. I can let the poignance of God’s Word expose the fallacies hidden in my heart without fear of judgement.
The work of Jesus changes my spiritual diet. I no longer have to mix my fare with the world’s filler. I can feast in the Bible, savor the most potent truths, and swallow them full strength into who I am.
Prayer: King Jesus, make me a truth eater.