There once was an ice cream cone. It was a hot day in July and everybody wanted ice cream, so the ice cream cone became the center of a great debate. You see, some people loved chocolate ice cream and hated vanilla ice cream, so they insisted that the cone was filled with chocolate ice cream. They convinced themselves that it was chocolate because they wanted it to be chocolate. Other people loved vanilla ice cream and hated chocolate ice cream, so they insisted that the cone was filled with vanilla ice cream. They convinced themselves that it was vanilla because they wanted it to be vanilla. So some of the leaders got together and called for a committee to investigate the true flavor of the ice cream and to put together a report that would solve the issue once and for all. After much hard work, the committee came up with a 448-page document that they hoped would settle the issue forever. Even though very few people actually read the report, some of them read a few lines of the report, or read about them on FOX or CNN. The chocolate-loving crowd said “See, I told you so, the report proves that the cone is chocolate. We were right all along!” The vanilla-loving crowd said “See, I told you so, the report proves that the cone is vanilla. We were right all along!” So the leaders decided to call in the head of the committee for a hearing, to question him regarding the meaning of the report. By the night before the hearing, the chocolate-loving crowd had already determined that they would continue to believe that the cone was chocolate, no matter what were to come out of the hearing. The vanilla-loving crowd had already determined that they would continue to believe that the cone was vanilla, no matter what were to come out of the hearing. Both groups insisted that the truth was what they wanted it to be. The hearing ended up being a waste of time because by that time most people had stopped believing that the truth is something that actually exists.
The society that abandons the quest for truth buries itself under its own delusions.
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I am thankful that I became a Christian before Christianity in America became embroiled in a love affair with the political and cultural right that gave birth to the current tragic state of things, with many Christians now giving vociferous and unqualified support to All Things Trump and condemning fellow Christians who oppose Trump. Thankfully at the age of 17 the Lord opened my eyes and I saw Jesus, not an odd blend of Christianity and patriotism and conservative politics that, humanly speaking, would have blocked me from seeing and cherishing the Savior. My heart breaks for a generation that fails to see the beauty of Jesus. It’s not their fault. It’s ours. We haven’t shown them Jesus. We’ve been too busy trying to win a culture war that God never told us to fight. God forgive my generation for valuing political power more than we value exalting the beauty of Jesus and demonstrating to the next generation that Jesus is truly worth cherishing, worshipping, modeling our lives after, living for and dying for. We have been very poor ambassadors. May the next generation forgive us for such a grotesque misrepresentation of Jesus.
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