Several days, ago, I tweeted one of my favorite quotes from G.K. Chesterton: “Fairy tales are more than true; not because they tell us dragons exist, but because they tell us dragons can be beaten.”
It’s a beautiful statement, but one that begs the question a friend of mine raised from a purely philosophical point of view:
“How can something be more than true?”
Valid point. Either something is true, or it isn’t. Case closed.
And yet isn’t there something inside you, Christian, that senses that there are things out there that aren’t just true… they’re somehow more than true? Perhaps in the same way that you sense there are things out there that aren’t just real… they’re somehow more than real? There is inside me. And I think there are glimpses throughout Scripture of this “hyper-reality” showing us that there is, in a sense, “hyper-truth.”
Imagine, for a minute, that you were there that day in the upper room after Jesus had been crucified. Jerusalem was ripe with rumors. It seemed everyone was suffering from a good deal of paranoia – the disciples of Jesus, wondering whether the religious and political authorities were coming for them next. Then there was the paranoia of those same leaders who had heard the rumors of a resurrection. The whispers were growing in number. And volume.
And you, in that upper room, don’t know quite what to make of the whole thing. You want the thing to be true – that Jesus is really back – and yet you can’t bring yourself to believe it. And so there you sit. Trembling. Praying. Behind the locked door. When suddenly, there He is in your midst.
Now, trembling Christian, how did He get there? Was it because Jesus was somehow a ghost, and didn’t have material essence to His body? Because Jesus was a spector He could walk right through that solid, material, locked door?
Or is it possible there is another explanation. Maybe Jesus, having been resurrected, was actually more real. More real than ever before. More real than you or I. More real than a silly piece of wood meant to keep people out.
Perhaps it wasn’t Jesus that was ghostly; perhaps in the shadow of the resurrection, everything we know as real suddenly seems like a dream.
Do you dare to believe it? Do you dare to conceive of a realm in which everything is so real that what we currently know as real will seem like a dream? Believe it, Christian – because you’re going there. And so am I.
For this, and He, is so real that He’s more than real. And He’s more than true. Stir up that place in your heart. Let it breathe, and imagine.