From contributing writer
Emily Muhlbach,
Board Member

Truth can be so remarkably subtle. A thing so bright and clear, so obvious — and yet we simply fail to see it. And it can reveal itself in a moment of beauty that makes you think, “Why did I not see this before?”

My heart has been reflecting on Israel lately, and I catch myself often recalling the journey I took there one summer – and the truths I discovered along the way.

I remember trying so hard to stay focused on what I was seeing. To absorb the meaning behind every statue, monument or icon. To be in a mindset of constant humility, aware of the fact that I could be walking on Jesus’ own footprints. No distractions. No confusion. No ambiguity. Just pure truth.

And it was hard. It was hard to stay in a constant state of “emptiness,” waiting for something to fill you, because the atmosphere was constantly moving. There was people everywhere, and merchants, and tables for market goods and dizzying intersections and chaos and a constant fear of getting lost. And it was bothering me that I could not experience what I perceived as “the truth.” Our tour was taking us through the very path that Jesus took up to the cross, and yet I was spending more time watching my step than reflecting on the journey.

Couldn’t everything stop for just a second so I could absorb this moment? I wanted to breathe in this history, let the story settle on me. I was missing it; I could just feel the essence of what I was doing slipping away into the throngs of shoppers and tourists.  The truth I was seeking was being cheapened.

But wasn’t my experience exactly the truth? Did Christ not come into a world of chaos and noise and distractions? Did He not walk among people who were determined to look for truth in “religion” or other ways that perhaps made more noise than the message He was sharing?

Yet truth walks. It is among us and behind us and before us. It is so obvious, yet we do not see it. We look for bells and whistles and instead miss the spirit of truth.  It’s the most beautiful contradiction that we can find ultimate grace among ultimate chaos.

And the pressure was off. I had found my truth. I had seen it and experienced it and I didn’t miss it at all. It was before me the entire time.  Such a comfort, to know that truth walks with us in chaos.