To the Jews who had believed him, Jesus said, “If you hold to my teaching, you are really my disciples. Then you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.”
- John 8:31-32
Jesus answered, “I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me. If you really know me, you will know my Father as well. From now on, you do know him and have seen him.”
- John 14:6-7
In the two Scriptures above, just 6 chapters apart, Jesus answers the begged question. Jesus said that those that hold fast to His teaching are His true disciples. In holding fast to the teachings of Jesus, we will know the truth. Finally, Pontius Pilate asks the question, “What is truth?” But shortly before Pilate asking that question, Jesus told His disciple, Thomas, that He is the Truth.
Yet, I have lamented about this being the post-Truth Era. And indeed, it is. We must teach that the origin of all life is a primordial soup millions upon millions of years ago. That garbage has been proven to be an impossible explanation for our origins, but teachers must teach it. Odd, I was never taught fantasies of that nature. The science teacher simply avoided the topic of origins altogether, because a belief system had to explain it – being that it was outside science, unmeasurable.
But the lack of truth extends to other things. In many places in this world, you are committing child abuse if you call a boy a boy or a girl a girl until they can decide for themselves. Biology does not matter; chromosomes do not matter. True science could be wrong, but fake science wins the day. And then Kate Smith is a racist, and will be forever more, because she sang a song that was politically incorrect 80 years ago, and she was cancelled before the Cancel Culture was a thing. It has gotten much worse since. It is odd that people from one political party can make unsubstantiated claims about someone in office and if they yell loud enough and say it often enough, it becomes fact, when the truth might be the opposite.
I was thinking of fireworks the other day, to change the subject, but not really. Fireworks have become very beautiful these days. They have a variety of colors. They can cause explosions to make a variety of shapes in the burning embers in the sky. As I pondered how the world has become so insane with regard to everything, I thought that the color of fire cannot be tampered with. I gained solace in that. You can say that left is right and right is left. And you can get people to believe it, though it is not so. You can get people to believe that there is more than just two genders, but that is not so either, nor can you eliminate biology in the process. And you cannot have an abortion without terminating life. It is not “choice’; it is murder, and no one is allowed to speak for abstinence.
In my sea of despair, I thought of fire colors. Being a training manager for twenty years for an engineering company that specializes in combustion, we would invariably get a question from a trainee about some flame that he saw emanating from the furnace. To have something happen like that requires a few things to go wrong, but in hearing what the color of the flame was, it allowed us to figure out what else was wrong.
From Wikipedia, they have a table, including photos of each colored flame. Carmine (dark red) can be produced from a flame with lithium chloride. To get a red flame, try strontium chloride or strontium nitrate. Calcium chloride produces an orange flame. Barium chloride produces a yellow-green flame. To get an orange-yellow flame you could try table salt (sodium chloride), while borax (sodium borate) makes an apple green flame. For a green flame (something we commonly saw at furnaces just before control wires, containing copper, failed), you could use copper sulfate or boric acid. For a blue flame, copper chloride or butane could be used, but to get a violet flame, you must mix three-parts potassium sulfate and one-part saltpeter (potassium nitrate). And finally, potassium chloride makes a blue/light violet flame.
If anyone is still reading, I found comfort in that fact that whatever you do, these salts, except for the butane and boric acid (not salts), will produce those colors of flames. That’s how the fireworks specialists put their fireworks together. Don’t ask me how they make the five-pointed star shapes in the sky, but as for the colors, that is it.
Then my nightmare returned. Those crazies who are in charge of the dictionary will simply call red “purple”, white “yellow”, and blue “green” and vice versa. And they will simply cancel orange. We’ll have to spend billions of dollars remaking all our flags, all over the world. The fireworks will have to be redesigned. The world will never be the same.
There was once a fable about an emperor who traipsed through town completely in the nude. As we used to say in the South, maybe they still do, he was NECK-ID!!! The story was called “The Emperor’s New Clothes” by Hans Christian Andersen. The moral of this story was to not let pride get in the way of speaking up when we know the truth. But can we speak the truth anymore? Can anyone on the insane “oh goodie, let’s jumping off the cliff” train notice that they have no clothes on? Can red, white, and blue remain red, white, and blue? And please do not mess with the periodic table of elements so that sodium become strontium and we have to eliminate cadmium, because someone thinks it to be an offensive element.
But those who know the Truth are silenced for either being stupid, crazy, conspiracy theorists, or simply behind the times. You are going to have to redefine a lot of words to make the emperor well-dressed instead of being naked.
So, I am back where I started. Jesus is the Truth, regardless of what the crazies say. And I will know what makes a green flame, whether you do not think the color should be called ‘green’ or whatever you call what makes the flame green.
“Jesus Christ is the same yesterday and today and forever.”
- Hebrews 13:8
Now that statement provides everlasting comfort. At times, it seems to be all that I have left, and that is enough.
Soli Deo Gloria. Only to God be the Glory.