"Then you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free" (John 8:32).
See that verse, John 8:32? How many times have you heard it or maybe even quoted it? I have, plenty of times, but—confession—I still had to go look in the concordance of my Bible to find where it was.
I'm bad about that: quoting a scripture and when it gets to the part where I should say the book, chapter, and verse, I can sometimes only say, "Well, it's in there somewhere."
When I went to my concordance to find that particular verse, I went to the word "Truth" first. I had no idea how many times the word "truth" is in the Bible! My Bible's concordance isn't even exhaustive, and the references still filled almost an entire page!
It’s rampant, running loose with its goal of destruction. It’s everywhere, though it tries to hide. It robs. It kills. And everywhere you turn, it’s ignored. As bad, as destructive, as horrible as it is, folks try to live as if it doesn’t even exist.
I took my walk a little earlier than normal one morning not too long ago. It had rained in the night, and the humidity was already high, so I knew a walk any later in the day would have been most uncomfortable.
I got to see things I normally would have missed: rabbits eating their morning salads; folks going to work; a fellow exerciser.
And a barking white dog.
I walked almost my entire exercise route this morning with a small pebble in my shoe. It was actually just a grain of sand, a piece of silt that had been washed onto my path from the previous night’s rain. But I still felt it.