Trust is a dangeres game. I imagine it might be if you spell ‘dangerous’ like that. The sentence is daubed on a wall. It looks forlorn, the one piece of graffiti on that section of brickwork. Graffiti is sometimes beautiful, often ugly, usually fascinating. On a subway wall beneath the road is sprayed a rather splendid cartoon face. A finger points to the chin and the facial expression is one of thoughtfulness. I wonder what the face – and the brain inside – might make of the random sentence about trust.
Pontius Pilate asked, “What is truth?” after Jesus said, “I was born and came into the world for this one purpose, to speak about the truth.” Earlier in his ministry, Jesus said to his followers, “If you obey my teaching, you are really my disciples; you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.”
And this is where trust comes in. Two words with the same first three letters. When Jesus spoke about truth, people had a choice: to trust his truth or not to trust and to find a different truth they could trust in.
Is trust dangerous? Trust can be dangerous. Human beings let each other down. Trust can be betrayed. Is trust a game? Perhaps the graffiti writer thought it was a game of chance. Maybe he or she had experienced something in their life that left them angry, cynical or distressed.
So… Jesus. Why trust him? Because he claimed to be Truth. Do you trust my word on that? Better to trust the one who said, “I am the Way, the Truth, and the Life.” Trust him. Trust Truth.