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And so begins this oratorio of mine on what I perceive as truth:

Please come if you can't, stay at home if you can. Admission is free, pay at the door, pull up a chair and sit on the floor. I stand here before you, to sit down behind you and play you a song I really don't know.

Confused yet? Good. You should be. We all agree that I've just uttered a lot of nonsense and if I were to continue the auditorium would soon be empty. Yet when the same reasoning is presented on the larger issues in life, this postmodern society seems to clap her hands and cheer. When the Christian comes along singing a message of the absolute and exclusive, the same society gathers in an angry mob hell-bent on bringing the heretic to their knees.

"Truth is absolute!"

"Absolutely not!"

Yet in their rage and fury they fail to see the nonsensical nature of their objections. So, then, as a Christian fighting his way through a relativistic society I use this space to hopefully transcribe some thoughts of meaning. While some notes might be off-key, I believe to be on time with the Conductor of life. Let the other performers play the song on their own, and let the audience give their standing ovation to the complete discord that follows. The One who waves the baton I follow has ears that will hear me play loud and true among this sea of dissonance.

And what an awesome Maestro He is.

The show is over, so let it begin.