Today is Epiphany, or Three Kings’ Day, in which the Christian faith closes out the Advent season by honoring the Three Kings who followed a star into Bethlehem and found Christ incarnate. Ever since my husband and I began a weekly lectionary practice for the Christian year (Bobby Gross’s Living the Christian Year is an excellent book for this kind of spiritual practice) I have found increased spiritual meaning in holidays (and holy days). Yet these last two Epiphany celebrations have been marred by an insurrection that spun off of a big lie. If you live in the United States, you know exactly what I am talking about: the lie Donald Trump spent months planting in the minds of his followers, that the election he ended up losing would be illegitimate and illegal. He had no proof of voter fraud but insisted that it happened. It culminated in an attempted coup on January 6, 2021.
I was preparing for a new semester when I got the phone call from my mother: “Turn on the news. They’ve just evacuated the Library of Congress.” I then watched in shock as people who purported to love the police more than their fellow neighbor fought them to gain entrance into Congress. People with guns and American flags—but no masks—paraded the halls of the Capitol in an attempt to overturn our fair and free election, while our elected representatives locked themselves into various spaces and hoped they would live to see the end of day. As we emerged from the wreckage of that afternoon, I was utterly galled to see people from my own church make statements like, “Well, those weren’t Trump supporters, because Trump supporters don’t behave like this,” “The liberal media is just out to get us,” “Joe Biden stole the election,” and my personal favorite, “That wasn’t Trump supporters. That was antifa.”
In this last year, I have lived and breathed one Bible verse: “And you shall know the truth and the truth shall make you free” (John 8:32, NKJV). Here, Jesus has spoken to people who have believed in Him and noted that He had come to free them of the sin which had enslaved them. I find it remarkable that Jesus is specific in this promise to us: the truth will not make us wiser, it will not make us richer, preserve our friendships, or keep us healthy. But it will set us free from sin.
In the past year, I have come to view the truth as the most valuable treasure we can hold. And learning to accept the truth can be a truly painful experience:
- I spent years of my life believing that racism was dead, because slavery was dead. It took me decades of my own life to understand how I directly benefit from White privilege.
- Once I began to accept the truth of my Whiteness, I learned how to stop crying out of anger and despair and instead hold space for minoritized people who needed a place to vent. I began a lifelong work in anti-racism and learning how to do and be better for the sake of others without direct benefit to myself.
- I spent 35 years with undiagnosed anxiety, and by January 2020, I had stopped sleeping through the night. I could barely function. It took me all day to gain the energy to cook a single meal. Life had lost all of its luster.
- When I accepted that I could not manage my mental health on my own and took medication, I began to understand how my brain chemistry affected everything, including my spirituality. Recognizing that I couldn’t handle my mind on my own changed my profession, my marriage, and my life.
- Like others, I spent the spring of 2020 in shock and hoped and prayed that COVID would be over quickly. As I write this, we are now in a sharp spike of a variant which has ripped through my community. It was hard to accept that I would need to move to virtual teaching, that my life would be fundamentally different, and that I would have to wear a mask in public.
- Learning to accept COVID as a reality meant that I could protect myself and others through simple measures. Wearing a mask, distancing, and staying home were my offerings of love in a time where we could do so little for each other.
- And learning the truth as our understanding evolved meant that I could accept a vaccine and with it, the joy of reconnecting. The joy of physical contact. The joy of preventative measures. The joy of slowly reemerging into a new world.
In the years that I spent loving a lie, I replaced the truth with an idol of my own self-fashioned reality. And that idol took God’s place in my heart. It was only when I became convicted of my own wrongness that I began to heal. The truth did not make me richer. It did not make me healthier (well, okay, maybe it did). But it set me free.
I certainly don’t think it’s too late for us collectively. There are serious conversations each of us need to have with ourselves and our loved ones about what it means to be a person of faith and what it really means to know the “truth.” And there is no set point in time that we attain it—truth itself never changes, but our understanding of it evolves, matures, and grows.
I’m still at a loss for how to approach the divide I see in my church and other spaces where truth has been politicized or those who seek it are gaslighted into doubting it. I really don’t know how to bridge the gap when there are plenty of others willing to love the lie I have eschewed. The truth did not bring me more friends or make me popular. But it has set me free.
Just as the Three Kings saw a star and sought the truth, so I hope that you and I can follow God with a faith as open and wholehearted as theirs. You will know the truth, and it will set you free.