I Am the Way, the Truth, and the Life
John 14:6
I remember hearing the words more than once: “I am the way, the truth, and the life.”
As I understand it now, John 14:6 is one of the most cited claims in all of Scripture. Most people can quote it. Far fewer know who Jesus was speaking to when he is said to have made this statement. In the text, he is not addressing the world. He is speaking to a small circle of anxious disciples on the night before his death — preparing them for his departure and offering reassurance, not addressing the fate of people in other religious traditions.
In my church, the verse was spoken with such certainty that I assumed its meaning was settled long before I arrived. Jesus had died, risen, ascended. And he did so out of love for us. Those who believed in him would be saved. Those who didn’t… well, the story ended differently for them. That was the explanation I was given. It seemed clear enough on the surface.
But even as a child, something in me hesitated.
I didn’t have the theological vocabulary to name it. Or even to explain what my intuition was sensing. I only knew that the answer I was told didn’t rest well with me. I wondered — quietly, persistently — about everyone else. The millions of people living in other parts of the world, raised within entirely different traditions. The ones who perhaps never heard of Jesus at all. Were they simply condemned by geography, by history, by the accident of birth?
And why was I so fortunate to hear these words and to be a member of the “correct” church that espoused them?
The question never fully disappeared. It followed me into adulthood, waiting until I had the language to examine it more carefully. Later in life I discovered that the verse I had been taught as a kind of spiritual border wall had been interpreted in many different ways across Christian history. My church placed special emphasis on the second half of the sentence — “no one comes to the Father except through me” — and a good measure of fear was woven into that emphasis. Accept the correct interpretation and you were safe. Stray from it and you were not.
I didn’t reject the teaching. I simply couldn’t reconcile the fear that was attached to it.
As I read more widely, I began to see that the verse was not as narrow as I had been told. Some understood Jesus’ words as a mystical description of a way of being, not a membership requirement. Others saw Christ as the universal Logos — the pattern of truth and life that anyone might walk, whether they knew his name or not. Still others read the passage historically, hearing Jesus speak to his disciples about the path of self-giving love rather than issuing a global ultimatum.
The landscape was far larger than the single interpretation I had inherited.
There was something else I had not considered. John places this statement among a series of striking metaphors attributed to Jesus: I am the bread of life. I am the light of the world. I am the good shepherd. I am the gate. I am the true vine. They are images that invite us to stop and think. No one imagines that Jesus was literally bread, light, a gate, or a vine. Perhaps the word way deserves the same kind of contemplation.
Thomas asked a practical question: “Lord, we don’t know where you are going, so how can we know the way?” (John 14:5). He seems to be searching for something concrete — a destination, a direction, some way of understanding where Jesus is going. Jesus’ answer reframed the question: the way is not simply a route to follow but a person to trust. And it was Thomas’s blunt question that prompted one of the most theologically significant statements in Scripture.
Interestingly, this is the same Thomas who later demanded physical evidence of the resurrection. There is something almost reassuring about his willingness to ask the questions that perhaps others were thinking.
And so the question returned, but in a different form: If Jesus is the way, then what kind of way is he? A narrow gate that excludes billions? Or a path of truth and life that anyone, anywhere, might walk? Within Christianity itself, different traditions seemed remarkably certain that their interpretation was the correct one.
That troubled me.
Was that uneasiness simply a child’s inability to understand a difficult teaching? Or was I sensing something that I did not yet have the words to express? Perhaps it was the early awareness that fear and exclusion could not be the whole story. That the sentence I heard so often might be pointing toward direction rather than division.
I’m not trying to dismantle Christianity. I’m trying to listen more carefully to the words themselves — and to the quiet intuition that has been with me from the beginning.
What if “the way” is not primarily about which religion we belong to, but about the way we become?
Continue the journey...
— uMdali Light 🌿
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