The Search

Prerequisite: Beginnings

Somewhere around high school, I drifted from my belief in God. I wasn't the flaming atheist, but everything I thought about as it related to my life was absent of God or a god. School filled me up with Evolution which replaced Creation as fact in my life. There was also plenty of situational ethics and no absolutes. I lived a godless life without even thinking about it.

Slowly over time, I started considering the issues of God. I knew I had to make a decision in some way. I wanted God to prove Himself to me, but He wouldn't. You can't come to know God on your own terms but only on His. I took a leap of faith and believed. "Now will you show me, God?"

With "Pascal's Wager" in mind and beholding all the wonders of the world, I set out to allow God to confirm Himself to me. I found interesting tidbits such as the moon is exactly the right size and distance from the Earth to allow the Earth to sustain life. By chance? I don't think so. Shoot just believing that life came from nonlife takes more faith than to just believe in a Creator.

Getting to the point where it was becoming obvious that there is a God. How can we know who or what god is correct? An answer for another time.

Beginnings

The title of this blog may appear to be presumptuous, but I don't intend it to come off that way. It is for me to chart MY path. Anything I find true that surfaces here is written with that in mind. It is MY TRUTH. I just happen to believe that real Truth is universal, but I am certainly not telling anyone what they should do or believe. I also think real Truth is a revelation - gift from God. Therefore, The Present Truth is not only the truth I find currently but also submits that it is a present from the Almighty to me.

Quite coincidently, I am starting TPT one year to the day after I started my other blog, Psychosomatic Wit. This blog will concentrate on the spiritual aspects of life while the other could be about anything. There will be times when both blogs will have the same post because, besides a few exceptions, I expect there will be two different groups reading my blogs. Some people will feel uncomfortable reading about this stuff and stay over there. Others will think the PW is a waste of time and consider it unimportant. I also expect some to be offended by what they read here and quit both blogs. I guess I am just going to let the chips fall where they may. I have been needing to post this kind of stuff for a while now, and I guess with this post, there is no turning back.

As I think back on the beginnings of my spiritual life, I go back to age 2 or 3. My oldest sister would load us into her car and take us to a modest baptist church in my hometown. We went every week until she got a job at a burger joint and wrecked church for the rest of us. My mother and father never went to church for their own reasons, but they both believed in God and encouraged the kids to go.

All I can remember from my early church experience is that Jesus loved me. Somehow, as a small child, I grasped that. I even had a grasp of who Jesus was. Thinking back, it seems kind of supernatural because a ton of adult church-goers still do not really understand who He is.

I abandoned Jesus later, but I have this little experience I included here to thank for allowing me to understand what "coming home" actually means.