The Truth
P. Schultz
People
think that “the truth” is something we talk about, something we discover in
books or in lectures or the Bible. But it isn’t. It is something we experience,
something we meet, someone we meet. That is the truth.
My mother
met the truth. She knew without reading a book, without hearing a lecture,
without learning any dogma or theology that we are all just human beings. And
she knew when we classify human beings, label some gay, some lesbian, and other
straight; that when we label some black and some white; that when we label some
Christians and others Jews or Muslims or atheists; that when we label some
smart and others not smart; that when we label some Europeans and others
Asians; that when we do that, we are being untruthful. She knew this and this
she passed on to me, my brothers, and her grandchildren. And she knew that no
word, no book, no law, no speech could ever make untrue that which is true.
I am lucky.
I met the truth through my mother. May you meet the truth and may it set you
free, free of your fears, free of your prejudices, free of your guilt, free to
be a human being in the company of other human beings.
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