Crash!!

Cheryl and I saw the movie "Crash" last night. We couldn't stop talking about it during dinner. My critique: it was brilliant. It reminds me of the raw reality of life as heard in Alanis Morrisette's "Isn't it ironic." I was amazed by the blatant demonstration of good and bad, intermingled with love and hate. And hate seemed to be fueled by anger. Bullock - "I am so angry--everyday--and I don't know why."

But what fueled the love?

Inerrancy vs. Truth

I'm reading a book that is trying to explain the current view of post-modernism, with a chapter designated specifically towards the Bible. He questions whether the Bible must be historically accurate to be considered true. In other words, can it contain errors (who knows how many) and still be true? or be regarded as true? I'm following him cognitivly, but the tension in my being, steeped in modernity, asks, "is truth subjective?" Isn't there a reality beyond me? Isn't truth objective? Maybe we will never fully know the truth, but does it not exist?