The Love of the Truth
One thing that caused me problems was something it took me years to recognize, identify and understand. Perhaps what it comes down to is the love of the truth. 
Once, when I was in art college we were discussing a student’s painting.
The teacher was suggesting a certain modification to it, when the student whose painting it was protested that this particular thing was not really there in the real thing from which the painting was drawn.
“Oh!” exclaimed the teacher. “You should never let the truth get in the way of a good picture!”
You’ll hear that often in discussions regarding any of the various arts. To insist upon trying to make a picture as real and literal as a photograph taken on a given occasion can actually get in the way of your attempt to tell the truth about the kind of place it is, or the kind of emotional scene it depicts, or the particular pathos of a certain event and so on. You’re trying to tell about essence of the thing, the kind of thing that always tends to happen, the thing that people with different backgrounds and experience can nevertheless relate to because it is the kind of thing that always tends to happen. The piece of wastepaper that blows momentarily across the scene, the fly that hovers around a meal for a second, the patch of grass deformed by a recently moved cricket bat or whatever may be actually true, but tend to distract from rather than enhance the essential truth that you are trying to convey about the subject at hand.
This dictum is however, a double edged sword. To carry it to a literal conclusion is to substitute art for propaganda, mere advertising or kitsch. So it seems to me at any rate. I have always had a creeping horror of the sort of person who cares nothing for truth itself. The scientist who would fake the results of his experiments so as to either enhance his reputation or preserve his worldview. The journalist who hides some facts while exposes others in order to manipulate the audience. The lawyer who for money will help his criminal client escape justice because of some trivial technical loophole. The person who believes that their worldview or religion is true and right merely because they were born into it and their family and culture tells them it is.
Strange, since I have just listed a number of types of people that I think we can agree are not all that rare, strange then that I should have tended to think as if most other people share my treasuring of truth gained even at the expense of comfort. For many years I behaved as if most of the people who heard me tell of the experiences related on this website would thank me for sharing with them something of value. That they would be very glad of knowing something about what is really going on in the universe. That they would be pleased to have something to hang on to, or at least a place to start looking, or at the very least a signpost to take notice of in their own journey towards truth.
Well, you may laugh at my naivety. Some do perhaps value truth for its own sake, but I now consider these to be very much the minority of people. Many people have no intention of finding truth, and would rather have comfort any day. In the long run, I think this website will tend to separate the one kind from the other. For the few who remain, I intend to show how the somewhat confusing although surprising things that have happened to me will connect logically with certain pathways that go on to prove to any honest soul that Jesus Christ is who he always said he was, and that he is active in the world today, and that he will bring everything to the conclusion that he promised.
The Bible says “Today, if you hear his voice, do not harden your hearts.” To put it another way, if anything on these pages, or anywhere else in your life is causing you to feel a little glimmer of belief then don’t squash it, but nurture it.
To the person who will put their trust in Jesus he will reveal himself. Then that person too will see that only in the Truth is there any real comfort. Can it ever happen to you? Well ask yourself: Do you love the truth, wherever it will lead you?