I am a truth pointer. I tell you the truth about the world. It’s all I do, but it’s important because it’s how I protect people. I am old and worn, I have scratches and scars, and yes, I have dirt in places I would rather not. Honestly, I creak when I move and sometimes I need help with that. I was shiny and popular once, but now I’m… well I’m just not.
What I have to say is no longer wanted and the world has abandoned me. The newer truth pointers have the voice now. And they are beautiful, fast, and flashy, I will give you that. They say “Hey! Look at me! I measure truth five different ways! Ignore that old single truth pointer — you need me!” Then they mutter an unkind word before turning away to be recalibrated just like the tare weight on your scale.
I spend a lot of time alone and my truth goes unheard. But here’s the thing: I still do what my creator intended, I point to truth and I do it faithfully. I don’t need new gizmos or flashy lights, in fact, I’m better without them because I can just focus on pointing to the truth. But I do need you to look. Look. Be open to the truth that I show you and protection I offer.
Someday you will tire of needing to recalibrate your truth pointer. When that day comes, I will be here for you.