Relative Truth


anecdotal stories
We live in an age of relative truth. Philosophers say there are no absolute truths and that one’s truth is just as valid as another’s. But no one lives that way. If you bang your head against a wall, it will hurt. That’s not a relative truth. It’s either true or it’s not and if it’s true for you, it’s true for me. But I’m not going to try it and I’ll bet no relative truth philosophers will try it either. It’s the same way with faith in The Master. It’s not relative. It’s either true or it’s not, and if it’s true for me, it’s true for you, that’s an absolute. Now, I could be wrong. But I’m either wrong or right. Either the Master died in my place and rose again or He didn’t. It’s not a philosophy that I follow just because it “works for me.”

So you also need to decide. If I’m wrong, the worst that can happen is I’ll spend my life believing something that turns out to be false, and in the process, live a relatively clean and moral life. But if I’m right and you don’t listen to what I’m saying as truth, the consequences are much worse. If you decide to believe, then He’s already paid for your sins too. But if you decide not too, you must pay for them yourself. Here’s the thing; to decide you don’t know or don’t care is the same as deciding against Him. He can’t stand to be apart from you, He truly died for you. But if you still reject Him, you’ve blown your last chance. He’s holding His hand out to you now.

In the most important Book of all time, He says: “Behold, I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears My voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and dine with him, and he with Me.” – Revelation 3:20.

– Author Unknown

I stand and knock

About Roland Ledoux

Pastor of Oasis Bible Ministry, an outreach ministry of intercessory prayer, encouragement and exhortation of the Word of God and author of the ministry blog, For The Love of God. I live in Delta, Colorado with my beautiful wife of 49+ years and a beautiful yellow lab whom we affectionately call Bella.
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