Showing posts with label impressions. Show all posts
Showing posts with label impressions. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 29, 2007

The Truth Shines Through

Previously, I explored the reliability of Scripture in regard as Truth. I came at it from a secular, legal angle. Would there be enough evidence in court for a jury to deem it true? My answer was yes and outlined why. It can be read or reviewed with my post "Jesus the Key."

I came across a story today that gives the other side of how convincing the the New Testament, particularly the Gospel Accounts, ring as true. This account illustrates how the Gospels stand by themselves. I found it interesting:

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Dr. E. V. Rieu was a classical scholar and translator for many years. He rendered Homer into very modern English for the Penguin Classics. Rieu was 60 years old and a lifelong agnostic when the same firm invited him to translate the Gospels. His son remarked: "It will be interesting to see what Father makes of the four Gospels. It will be even more interesting to see what the four Gospels make of Father."

The answer was soon forthcoming. A year later, Rieu, convinced and converted, joined the Church of England. In an interview with J. B. Phillips, Rieu confessed that he had undertaken the task of translation because of an "intense desire to satisfy himself as to the authenticity and spiritual content of the Gospels."

He was determined to approach the documents as if they were newly discovered Greek manuscripts. "Did you not get the feeling," asked Canon Phillips, "that the whole material was extraordinarily alive?" The classical scholar agreed. "I got the deepest feeling," he replied. "My work changed me. I came to the conclusion that these words bear the seal of the Son of Man and God." (from a daily devotion, originally from J. B. Phillips, The Ring of Truth. quoted by R. Kent Hughes in 1001Great Stories and Quotes.)






Wednesday, April 25, 2007

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.