Desperate For The Truth

Today I found myself reading words penned over 500 years ago. As I read these words it occurred to me I was holding in my hands words meant for a different generation, a generation that lived many decades before my own. I marveled at how these words had found their way into our generation and envisioned the author sitting at his table writing words that he could never have known I would someday read. I could see him sitting there, pouring over his thoughts, dipping his pen in the ink well, his Bible before him as his truth and his guide. It was then that my pondering led me to marvel on the fact that the same Bible he read is the same Bible I read. The words on which he was expounding are the very words to which I turn to strengthen my faith. He had them too. He had them first. And his love for the truth of them shaped what I believe today. I am somewhat humbled at the realization my generation is not the first to gaze upon the Word of God, to explore it's truths, to discuss it's precepts, or to debate it's doctrines. We are not the first and most likely we will not be the last. Which leads me to wonder about the words we will leave behind for the next generation. Will they be words of truth or words tainted with compromise? Will we have been a generation so desperate for truth we sacrificed everything else to ensure that truth is known by all? On this I ponder and I pray, praying that even if my generation fails, I still would be found as one who was desperate for the truth.