Truth

When I was about 10 years old, my Sunday School teacher told a story about someone who didn’t believe the church was true. I blurted out, “How can anyone not know the Church is true?”
In her wise voice she said something like, “You just wait. There will come a day when you start to question it too.”
“Not me,” I said. “I’ll never question it.”

Well, she was right. When I was about 13 I started wondering about some things and having some questions. I was surprised at first—surprised at myself. But I remembered that she had said that, so I took it that it must be a normal thing.
Somehow I also knew I had options. I could ignore my questions, or be ornery about the Church, or look elsewhere, or I could honestly seek for the answers to my questions. I chose the latter and I have followed that path ever since.

I have learned in teaching and in life that the best learning occurs when there is enough thought and interest to have a question.

I have also learned that truth can take whatever scrutiny you give it. You can look at it from all sides and test it all you want. Sometimes you have to look at it’s opposite to see it and to appreciate what it is. He who is afraid of truth will never find it.

God said, “Prove me herewith….”
In asking and seeking and testing, we prove God, and we prove truth, and we prove ourselves.

Those who know the truth are not equal to those who love the truth,

and those who love the truth are not equal to those who live it.