Just the other day, in a masterpiece of bad timing, delegates to the Southern Baptist Convention voted to disassociate themselves from the Confederate battle flag. I maintain this was a cloth-headed blunder for three basic reasons.
First, it was as though the second story of your house were on fire, and the fire department did in fact show up, but instead of hooking up the hoses and going after the fire, the chief decided to lecture you about the pile of oily rags he spotted in your garage. In the general cultural unstuckness that is going down, including, but not limited to, trannies in all our bathrooms, mandated rainbow marriages in all fifty, genocidal mania against the unborn continuing unabated, with black children particularly targeted, perverted sex ed grooming of children in the government school system, despotic rulings coming from the president’s pen, a gathering move to shut down Christian colleges, what do the Southern Baptists do? Why, they figure out a way to denounce the state flag of Mississippi. Glad somebody found the real problem.
Second, there is not one blessed thing in Russell Moore’s statement that does not also apply to the American flag. You strike the colors of a foe that was defeated a century and a half ago, and call it bravery and reconciliation, and refuse to do anything about the flag that is flying over a cluster of abominations now. When it comes to the American flag, you want to say, “oh, its complicated, not that simple, means more than one thing.” You see, taking a stand against the Stars and Bars enables Russell Moore to engage in some trendy virtue signaling, and taking a stand against the American flag would actually cost him a great deal. But explain this to me. If the Confederate flag “stands for” slavery, in what way does the American flag not “stand for” abortion? Roe has executed 13 million black children — what flag represents that? What flag flies at the Supreme Court that decided that?
Third, we are talking about Baptists here, and so we should recognize that they are not very good at the semiotics of ritual. They are clueless about where they actually are, and have no real sense of timing. They are buying their first pair of bell bottoms in 1992. They just now purchased their lava lamps.
If they wanted to denounce old school racism, then they should have done it in the fifties, when it would have done some actual good. But now, just when the secular elites have decided we must abandon all biological givens for the sake of those who want to self-identify as whatever in tarnation they want, we have the Southern Baptists solemnly denouncing the sins of their great grandfathers. There is a time and place for that (Ps. 78:7-8), of course, but people in the middle of a hot grease fire ought not to be lamenting the cold iron of the frying pan in the cupboard.
You can’t really confess the sins of your fathers while stoutly clinging to your own. If Southern Baptists get all their kids out of the government indoctrination centers in the fall of 2016, then they might have something valuable to say about what their fathers should have done back in the day. Until then, excuse me for not getting choked up over meaningless displays.
He who says A, must say B, even if he is a relativist. This remains the case, even if he doesn’t like B very much, or even if he denounces the very idea of having B’s. Trannies can now compete anywhere, and so in principle there is no such thing as women’s athletics anymore. Race is a social construct, and that means there is no such thing as racism. Right? Sex is also entirely a matter of what you believe deep down in your heart, chromosomes be damned, and so it necessarily follows that there is no such thing as sexism.
The unbelieving world is running headlong after the gold medal of incoherence, and they are competing with a will. And professing evangelicals are running after them, our plump little thighs churning. “Wait up, guys!” They have lapped us three times now, but because we are in the same section of the track periodically, we can call it relevance.
Finally doing what the liberals demanded fifty years ago should make you wonder what your great grandchildren will be apologizing for fifty years from now.