As I look at the state of public discourse today, and the Church’s contribution to it, I often feel like somebody stuffed me into a Walker Percy novel, and then somebody else screwed the lid on.
It is as though everybody has agreed to do a cute little two step, closer and closer to the lip of the Abyss. The music is provided by a man turning the handle on the zeitgeist-barrel organ, and the monkey of cool cavorts invitingly on the brink.
The first step is this: the step is taken and some worried critics wonder aloud if this is going to lead to x,y, and z, all three of them appalling options — homo pomo in slowmo. Those engaged in the first half of this cute little two step are outraged at the suggestion, and say, collectively, that this is not the dance they are dancing at all. “They would never . . .” Only a sick mind would make the suggestion.
And then the second step is taken by a few pioneering perverts out there on the makeshift dance floor, and the few remaining critics (the ones with a memory) say, “Hey, isn’t this what we were worried about? Isn’t this what we said would happen?” And the response to this is, “What’s wrong with you? Is your heart full of hate, or what?”
I would point to an example or two of this, as I have done many times on this blog, but it frankly difficult for me to find a place anymore where this isn’t happening.
Some might find this take of mine as being inconsistent with my postmillennialism. But as Jesus rules the nations, this is actually one of the things He does in order to sift those nations. In the long run, moral stupidity never works, not even if you get leading evangelicals to pray over it. Dancing off cliffs is not the future. Correction: dancing off cliffs is not the future for the blind dancers themselves. It does provide a future, and an object lession, for somebody else.