One day, while visiting a prison, the painter came across a
prisoner whose eyes immediately reminded him of Judas.
The man’s face bore the exact look the painter imagined for
the traitor and which had eluded him for a decade.
The painter was granted permission to use the prisoner as his
final model for his painting of the last supper.
The painter worked for days with his model making sure to
capture every feature on his face, so no detail was lost.
As he painted the image of the prisoner, the painter noticed
a change in the prisoner’s demeanor.
The man had an uneasiness about him and seemed to be
greatly bothered by something.
The painter noticed the uneasiness of the prisoner was
getting worse each passing day, so he stopped painting and
asked the prisoner what it was that bothered him so much.
The prisoner was in uncontrollable tears as he screamed:
“I was your model for Jesus Christ ten years ago!”
Yin, why am I telling you this story? What is the relationship
between this story and truth? the old woman asked me.
I tell it to you because what was true regarding the
model at the beginning of the painting project was still true
ten years later, but the application of that truth ten years later
would not have worked the same way it did at the
beginning of the painting project.
While I was still trying to marinade the old woman’s story
regarding the last supper, she continued to hammer home her
point regarding truth.
Consider this statement, Mariah continued as she wrote
something on a piece of cardboard.