“What is truth?” This question was posed by Pontius Pilate in Gospel of John 18:38 as he interrogated Our Lord shortly before His brutal execution. It is a question at once poignant in its aim, sharp in its focus, and profound in its depth—and one that is far from new to humanity.

From the moment we first gazed upon the stars in the night sky, we have stood in awe of our surroundings, seeking answers to the deepest questions of existence. The human intellect, by its very nature, strives to apprehend and understand reality; indeed, our minds hunger for it. Truth, simply defined, is “what actually is.” Modern man, unfortunately, gleefully defies this definition. He likes to say, “truth is relative”. There is no objective truth to reality. Truth is what I say it is, and how dare you Christian, try to impose your truth on others. 

Consider, dear friends, the image placed before us on the parish bulletin. It stands in quiet contrast to the spirit of defiance we so often encounter. It is the renowned fresco by Raphael, painted within the halls of the Apostolic Palace in Vatican City (just a few doors down from the Sistine Chapel) between 1509 and 1511. This masterpiece, known as The School of Athens, gathers together the greatest minds of the ancient world.

There we see Ptolemy holding the sphere of the earth, striving to map the movements of the heavens. Nearby stands Pythagoras, immersed in numbers and harmony. And Socrates, ever the questioner, engages in dialogue, seeking truth through reason.

Yet, our eyes are drawn, almost irresistibly, to the center, where two towering figures stand: Plato and Aristotle. Plato gestures upward, toward the heavens, teaching that truth lies beyond, in the realm of eternal forms. Aristotle, in contrast, extends his hand toward the earth, reminding us that truth is also found here, in the physical world we can touch and see with our senses.

What a testimony this is to the human longing for truth—to the relentless pursuit of what is real, what is good, what is eternal. The Greeks sought truth with passion, with discipline, with all the power of the human mind. And yet, my brothers and sisters, this is where the story does not end but where it is fulfilled.

For into this great human search steps Jesus Christ.

In the Gospel this Sunday, we encounter the disciples on the road to Emmaus. Like those philosophers of old, they too were seekers. They had placed their hope in Jesus. They believed they had found the truth. But then came the scandal of the crucifixion… and with it, confusion, sorrow, and doubt. Their hopes seemed shattered.

Or were they?

For the Risen Lord draws near. He walks beside them, though they do not yet recognize Him. And in that sacred encounter, He reveals something astonishing: that truth is not merely an idea to be grasped, nor a theory to be proven but a Person to be encountered.

A truth more profound, more mysterious, and more beautiful than anything they could have ever imagined.