It is not seized in strength. It is received in humility. More than that, it is received in vulnerability and intimacy.
And, being received, it is still not possessed so much as it possesses… though even that is an insufficient image… because the Truth does not possess… it inhabits the depths of the one who receives it. More like a pregnancy. And pregnancy changes everything… your posture, your tastes, your chemistry, your social life, familial life, financial and emotional life… It changes everything. It seems to me that Truth… the Truth of God, always enters the world this way.
Then, with great effort and pain, we give birth to Truth. Truth is not passed along without some effort, some sacrifice and some pain. It is not like sharing a recipe or like (as some would equate truth-telling) giving directions. It is not data. It is a living thing.
But that is still not all. Because just as a woman must care for a child she has given birth to, we are responsible for the truth(s) we birth into the world: Who it is received by, how it is received and in what context. Because not everyone can care for a child or know how to handle one, just as not everyone can care for the Truth or know how to handle it.
I fear that much christian teaching is treated more like cursory information than like a pregnancy.. Which is why it seems that we are largely unchanged by the “information” we pass along.
That God exists is True, but it must be more than information…
That God lived among us and as one of us for a time must be more than information…
The teachings of Jesus during that time must also be more than information…
His death.. His resurrection.. must be more than information..
It must change us entirely. And only then, when our entire being and way of life is altered can the things we say about Him be the kind of Truth we mean when we say the word.