Scrolling through the common rooms of our modern age—Facebook, as it were—I stumbled upon an image that stirred quite a reaction. Laughter, it seems, was the dominant response, as if the picture was merely a jest, a caricature of familiar discord. Yet I found myself wondering: Are we to laugh merely, or is there a deeper, more troubling undercurrent at play?

The divisions within the body of Christ, though sometimes dismissed lightly, are no trivial matter. There is something grievous in our propensity to fracture over every theological point, and yet, one must admit, it is far better to divide over truth than to unite under falsehood. A “unity” that requires the surrender of truth is no unity at all, but rather a soft tyranny, binding hearts where they do not truly belong.

Perhaps, in time, I shall revisit this topic and explore its depths more thoroughly. For now, consider this a passing thought—one that reminds us that while division is lamentable, compromising truth is far worse. Let us never forget, as we laugh or weep, that we are called to a higher allegiance: not to harmony for harmony’s sake, but to truth, in all its splendor and severity.

Jesus never shied away from proclaiming His equality with God. When He declared, “My Father is still working, and I am working also” (John 5:17), He was asserting His divine status. He spoke of grander deeds He would perform, ones that would unveil His true identity – granting life and administering judgment (verses 21-22).

Ask yourself, who but God could accomplish such astounding works?

Even as He spoke those words, Jesus was infusing spiritual life into lifeless souls. Consider His words in verse 25: “I assure you: An hour is coming, and is now here, when the dead will hear the voice of the Son of God, and those who hear will live.”

In these moments, Jesus unmistakably revealed His deity.