We were heading over to visit some friends. It wasn't a long trip. These friends live in the same county that we do, but we had not yet been to their new home. It was in a newer development, you know the kind where all the homes look the same and the streets run parallel with each other. Little did I know the street I chose to turn down was not a thruway. What I thought would lead me to my destination actually ended in a dead end.
The idea of verifiable truth, recognizable beauty, and affirmable goodness were foundational pillars to having meaning and purpose in life. The reality is we all believe things to be true, see certain actions as good, and recognize the beauty around us.
You panic! Should you be overly complimentary or slightly critical? In a millisecond you are trying to size up the questioner as a friend or foe, rouse up some generic middle-of-the-road comment that could be interpreted positively or negatively...
"Son!" My dad's voice rang out from across the yard. I knew he was calling for me to come. As I trotted toward where he was a few thoughts ran through my mind. The first was, "oh no, what did I do?". The second was, "will I get in trouble?". Finally, I thought maybe he needs help with something. As I rounded the corner of the house I immediately knew what he wanted.
I doubt the disciples saw Friday as good. That would have been the last word they would have used to describe what they were experiencing.
t was a hodgepodge of people. The oldest was 91 and the youngest had just hit her fourth month of life. Men and women, boys and girls, and no two looked alike.