We had some trouble here last week. You may have heard about it. If you watch the local news, then you for sure heard about it. You saw a picture of me, though you might not have known it was me at the time, and I was seated in the back of a sheriff’s cruiser, my hands in cuffs and a bloody open wound on my left cheek. You may remember the studio news reporter using words like homeless and deranged and dangerous. I am none of those things. But those labels made for an entertaining Eyewitness News moment, didn’t they? I don’t know who writes the news, but I know they aren’t much interested in subtlety. Certainly truth rarely enters into it. But then, as Pilate said to Christ on the morning of his execution, “What is truth?”
