Philosophically, you can believe anything, so long as you do not claim it to be true. Morally, you can practice anything, so long as you do not claim that it is a ‘better’ way. Religiously, you can hold to anything, so long as you do not bring Jesus Christ into it.
If a spiritual idea is eastern, it is granted critical immunity; if western, it is thoroughly criticized. Thus, a journalist can walk into a church and mock its carryings on, but he or she dare not do the same if the ceremony is from the eastern fold. Such is the mood at the end of the twentieth century…but that is precisely what I believe postmodernism best represents— a mood.
How does one in a mood such as this communicate the message of Jesus Christ, in which truth and absoluteness are not only assumed, but also sustained? Well, for starters, let us be sure that Jesus was not western.
That’s great, I’ll respect you like everyone else just as long as you don’t tell me that:
- There’s nothing unhealthy about being fat
- You’re better than me because you’re fat
- I’m privileged because I’m not fat
- You’re oppressed because you’re fat
- I have to accept you just because you’re fat