Murdering Truth

“What is truth?” asked Pilate, of the echo of a man standing before him. “I am the Way, and the Truth, and the Life,” the echo murmured, but Pilate had already turned away.

First, he battered the Truth, to alter his appearance, in order to be able to call into question his scarred and swollen features. Then, he washed his hands of Truth altogether, and handed him over to be killed.

It seems, still, as though when we have beaten the truth into our own image, and still it insists on speaking its own mind, we wash our hands of it. We make enemies of purveyors of inconvenient information. We shoot the messenger.

My hope is in the resurrection, but how many more crucifixions must we witness? Again, the pounded nails echo like gunshots reverberating through the cross, and the coffin, telling their terrible truth.

Featured image: By Gustave Doré [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

About Rosalind C Hughes

Rosalind C Hughes is a priest and author living near the shores of Lake Erie. After growing up in England and Wales, and living briefly in Singapore, she is now settled in Ohio. She serves an Episcopal church just outside Cleveland. Rosalind is the author of A Family Like Mine: Biblical Stories of Love, Loss, and Longing , and Whom Shall I Fear? Urgent Questions for Christians in an Age of Violence, both from Upper Room Books. She loves the lake, misses the ocean, and is finally coming to terms with snow.
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