IT IS INSIDE US ALL

All these things I can't describe and rather I didn't even try. I may not be able to explain everything but I will lie about nothing. The truth is found on my lips as I desire to please and not deceive. Please don't cry you liar, as I fool you with the truth. I define what is real by reading and studying. I take not from evil because I know that things are broken. There are many things left unsaid, and cowardly I hang my head. I wish only for a shoulder for my tears as you lie to me and try to sway the truth. Oh please don't cry because I don't lie. Don't be stunned when it captures your heart--the truth is amazing. When you find it, all you want to do is tell anyone else. I desire few things in this world, truth and fellowship being two of few.

.......This man was all alone; he had neither son nor brother. There was no end to his toil, yet his eyes were not content with his wealth. Wealth that he didn't even know. The wealth of breath, knowledge, and potential for truth. "For whom am I toiling," he asked, "and why am I depriving myself of enjoyment?" Oh this too is meaningless--a miserable business and existence!
To this man I say, "Two are better than one, because they have good return for their work: If one falls down, his friend can help him up. But pity the man the who falls and has no one to help him up! Also, if two lie down together, they will keep warm. But how can one keep warm alone? Though one can be overpowered, two can defend themselves. A cord of three strands is not easily broken."

You see this fellowship is not just for mere survival but for growth and encouragement. Without it we are somewhat lost, and struggle to see what we toil for. The truth is woven into this lovely life: the relationships we nurture. Jumps of excitement from your brother, tears of sorrow from your mother, sister's screams for help. What in all of it binds it together? Truth is, we would do anything to help any of these people: our brother, mother, sister. What about this man toiling aimlessly in life, for all this wealth? Would we toil with him? Would we fool him with the truth? How should we show him fellowship?

Use your heart once more. There is a reason that we adore the meaning of truth. Because has been set in all of our hearts. It is bleeding out of some and locked deep inside of others, undiscovered. The eternity of truth scares us all, but truly, it is simple! Will we weep until we find the courage to stop being a coward and just tell this man the truth? How can I sit here and let someone be so lonely while I sit with such a wealth of fellowship and truth?

I say to this man, "Sir. I want to share with you the truth. I want to fool you. It may seem odd to hear what I have to say, but please listen....There is a way that seems right to men, but in the end it leads to death. The truth has been spoken, it is speaking, and will be spoken. I tell you this now because I if I don't I may never be able to tell you again."

So I proceeded to tell him the truth, and you what he said. He said--I've never heard this truth before, but it is undeniable.--He began to weep because his heart was shaken. What was locked deep inside came bleeding out. It flowed. It lived. Together we stood up. I lifted his head off my wet shoulder and told him, "I almost didn't tell you anything..."

Truth must be spoken and can not remain silent.

Together we had fellowship and held fast with all we had. No one could push us down. And we would not be broken. The truth remained.