The Truth

I am the truth.
— John 14:6

When the man bows down before a power to whom he is no mystery as he is to himself; a power that knows whence he came and whither he is going; why and where he began to go wrong; who can set him right, longs indeed to set him right, making of him a creature to look up to himself without shadow of doubt, anxiety or fear, confident as a child whom his father is leading by the hand to the heights of happy-making truth, knowing that where he is wrong, the father will set him right--then the man is bursting into his flower; then the truth of his being, the eternal fact at the root of his new name, his real nature, begins to show itself; than his nature is almost in harmony with itself. For, obeying the will that is the cause of his being, and that will being righteousness and love and truth, he beings to stand on the apex of his being, to know himself divine. He begins to feel himself free. The truth—not as known to his intellect, but as revealed in his own sense of being true, known by his essential consciousness of his divine condition, without which his nature is neither his own nor God’s—trueness has made him free. Not any abstract truth, not truth its very metaphysical self, can make any man free; but the truth done, the truth loved, the truth lived by the man; the truth of and not merely in the man himself; the honesty that makes the man himself a child of the honest God.