Bob Knight, who has been a friend and mentor to me over the years, thinks the culture war is increasingly revealing itself as Christianity’s struggle–not against modern atheism, but against old-hat paganism that just won’t go away.
We know from St. Paul, in Romans Chapter 1, that we’re up against those “Who changed the truth of God into a lie, and worshipped and served the creature more than the Creator, who is blessed for ever. Amen.” (v. 25) Indeed, the older I get, the more and more this chapter seems to describe the totality of what we’re up against.
Astrology, ouija boards, hexes, crystals–all this tired old crapola, old as the hills–is easy to laugh at. Sally Quinn, widow of Washington Post honcho Ben Bradlee, seems convinced that she has acquired the power to hex people to death, implying that it’s really hard for her to resist the temptation to voodoo President Donald Trump into an early grave.
Meanwhile, assorted celebrities and their followers natter about “the universe” as some kind of deity in its own right, about god-ness residing not in any Creator but in all created things: serving the creature more than the Creator. Oh–and we’re all little gods and goddesses, too. Unless were Biggits.
It’s so easy to dismiss this as simple-minded twaddle; but it’s twaddle that’s hung on for literally thousands of years, despite huge advances in science: it seems to take science in its stride. What pagan wouldn’t say, “Oh, sure, I believe in science”?
“Science,” unless the word is thrown around so carelessly as to mean virtually nothing at all, cannot support the absurdities of Far Left Crazy ideology–all that “transgender” slop, to name just one. But paganism can. It always has. Whenever we need support for our most extravagant depravities, paganism is right there to provide it. Mixing it with “science” yields a particularly toxic brew.
Moses cried out, “Who is on the Lord’s side? let him come unto me” (Exodus 32:26). And what occasion had provoked this cry? The people of Israel had lapsed back into paganism, and were worshiping the golden calf.
God already knows who’s on His side–but do we know?
It’s not a question for Him, but for us.