Sometimes Only the Sad Songs Will Do

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?”