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So what is this thing called truth and the pursuit of knowledge, wisdom, and understanding? Why is it so important that we seek it out, rather than agree with everyone and everything? Is it purposeless to think, stand, fall, or otherwise fight to see what is right? When it seems everything around you feels wrong, is it yourself just making it all into a giant demon so that you can remain in the protection of your own opinions, or is it something more? Is there the possibility that the majority does not dictate what is right or true? What really is the purpose of theology and doctrine if all it seems to produce is arguments and divisions? Can we historically negate at will what we want in Scripture when we find something that may be contrary to our thinking? Do we believe the Bible is divinely inspired and infallible, or do we say it was written by men, therefore we have to read behind their male chauvinism to find the real meaning, or is their something more to it than that? Historical context is certainly important to gain a fuller knowledge and understanding of the mind-set of the writers of scripture, but do we use it as a weapon to fit our own concise little ideologies? How is the gospel practiced inconsistently in my own life and the life of the Church, yet still practiced? How can Christ reign in our mortal bodies when we must still fight against the desires of our heart that would try to dethrone Him? I mean our own sinful nature here. It makes no sense to me and confuses me to the point of frustration.
Why? Why do I analyze the way I do? Why can I not just agree with everything and everyone and stop thinking so much? The author of Eccleisiastes was right; knowledge certainly does bring grief.