Subjective Truth?

What is TRUTH? Reality? Validity? Honesty? Loyalty? You can find those, and numerous other definitions in the dictionary. But I’ll be honest with you; I’ve always hated the word, if only because of the ways I’ve been beaten over the head with the concept by the religious establishment.

The only definition of “truth” many Christians hold to…

Strong’s Greek 225: “Objectively…the truth as taught in the Christian religion, respecting God and the execution of his purposes through Christ, and respecting the duties of man, opposing alike to the superstitions of the Gentiles and the inventions of the Jews, and the corrupt opinions and precepts of false teachers even among Christians.”

…while completely missing the other:

Strong’s Greek 225: “Subjectively…truth as a personal excellence; that candor of mind which is free from affection, pretence, simulation, falsehood, deceit.”

In short, even according to the bible, truth can be defined as both objective and subjective, or as accuracy and authenticity. However, we run into problems when our authentic experience of God, the place where we are met with the reality of God’s spirit inside ourselves, seems to conflict with what we have been taught is an accurate portrait of God. For many of us, for many years, we were told that it is imperative to trust the external accuracy rather than the internal authenticity. I tend to believe this is a cause and effect from the modern mindset; the idea that everything must first and foremost be understood intellectually before inviting such subjective things as feelings and personal experiences into the mix.

The tendency to accept truth as told to us by experts, professionals, and clergy, over what we know in our hearts and souls to be truth has swung the pendulum too far to the right, in my opinion. For then we are left with the version of ‘truth’ as interpreted for all by a few individuals, disregarding personal truth as having any value at all.

I seem to remember a time when there was held a monopoly on truth. It was suggested that common people were unable to comprehend God for themselves simply because they could not read Latin. I also recall a man who said that no one religious entity could interpret truth for the masses, instead working to enable the common people to possess a translation they could understand, so that they could determine truth for themselves, and have the ability to challenge any “truth” the religious establishment claimed.

There is always the idea that there is some problem within Christianity, for the obvious inability of its various factions to agree on doctrinal issues, even though we hold the same document as foundational. Why is this? Could it be that every denomination has, as much as they claim otherwise, subjectified truth to their own purposes? For, if any one faction of Christianity was wholly accurate in their understanding of ‘truth’ to the point we would all agree, wouldn’t we all jump to join them?

So now I wonder if this is a somewhat hypocritical issue, for the fact that religious denominations allow themselves to subjective, but corporate, interpretations of the bible’s truth, but disallow individuals to the same, albeit personal, subjectivity?

To make my point, I’ll say this. I have always, and expect I will always continue to, find God more readily in nature than in a building or a text. I make no apologies for this; it is who I am. However, for most of my life, Christianity in general has caused me to feel fear for this personal truth of mine. I have been told that it is inherently evil to seek God’s truth in nature, for it contradicts the accuracy of the belief that Jesus is the only Truth we are to seek. I have heard that subjective beliefs will usually lead down the slippery slope of heresy. Yet, if nature is the most authentic way I know Jesus, isn’t that a means to an end?  Do accuracy and authenticity have to be in opposition to one another? And if subjectivity hasn’t yet caused me to forsake my True Love, might it be given a little more credit?

My faith, subjective as it may be, is stronger and more vibrant than ever before, even than the days when I let the ‘truth’ police tell me I was wrong. For that, I will leave you with this, the chapter whose reference is, ironically, tattooed on my arm.

Psalm 104, The Message:

“Dressed up in sunshine, and all heaven stretched out for your tent. You built your palace on the ocean deeps, made a chariot out of clouds and took off on wind-wings. You commandeered winds as messengers, appointed fire and flame as ambassadors. You set earth on a firm foundation so that nothing can shake it, ever. You blanketed earth with ocean, covered the mountains with deep waters; Then you roared and the water ran away— your thunder crash put it to flight. Mountains pushed up, valleys spread out in the places you assigned them. You set boundaries between earth and sea; never again will earth be flooded. You started the springs and rivers, sent them flowing among the hills. All the wild animals now drink their fill, wild donkeys quench their thirst. Along the riverbanks the birds build nests, ravens make their voices heard. You water the mountains from your heavenly cisterns; earth is supplied with plenty of water. You make grass grow for the livestock, hay for the animals that plow the ground. Oh yes, God brings grain from the land, wine to make people happy, their faces glowing with health, a people well-fed and hearty. God’s trees are well-watered—the Lebanon cedars he planted. Birds build their nests in those trees; look—the stork at home in the treetop. Mountain goats climb about the cliffs; badgers burrow among the rocks. The moon keeps track of the seasons, the sun is in charge of each day. When it’s dark and night takes over, all the forest creatures come out. The young lions roar for their prey, clamoring to God for their supper. When the sun comes up, they vanish, lazily stretched out in their dens. Meanwhile, men and women go out to work, busy at their jobs until evening. What a wildly wonderful world, God! You made it all, with Wisdom at your side, made earth overflow with your wonderful creations. Oh, look—the deep, wide sea, brimming with fish past counting, sardines and sharks and salmon. Ships plow those waters, and Leviathan, your pet dragon, romps in them. All the creatures look expectantly to you to give them their meals on time. You come, and they gather around; you open your hand and they eat from it. If you turned your back, they’d die in a minute—Take back your Spirit and they die, revert to original mud; Send out your Spirit and they spring to life—  whole countryside in bloom and blossom. The glory of God—let it last forever! Let God enjoy his creation! He takes one look at earth and triggers an earthquake, points a finger at the mountains, and volcanoes erupt."
 

Truly,

About Erin

Erin (regular contributor) lives in Portland, Oregon, with her husband and two sons. Some of her favorite things are tattoos, sunshine, and music. Erin finds wholeness in the wide open spaces outside of religious beliefs. She believes everyone has a valuable voice (providing it is kind) and an interesting story (as long as it is honest), so don’t be shy, talk to her. Her writing can be found at Mapless.