When Bobby Sang the Blues

And Nothin' Left Was All She Left To Me

Further to our piece on "Jolly Good Fellows" published yesterday,  Douglas Wilson has opined upon a  Professor of New Testament at Fuller Theological Seminary, who has decided that Bible needed revisin' and brought into twenty-first century.  The particular professor is not important: the decision of a professor in an evangelical theological seminary to affirm homosexuality and homosexual "marriage" as Christian is of some significance.  As is the reaction of Fuller, which, we understand will not be admitting said professor to a tenured position.  He will be departing Fuller shortly.  Good for Fuller.  Let's hope the particular professor will come to comprehend the viper he is clutching to his bosom, and repent. 

With that background, Wilson's piece, entitled "Our Decomposing Lusts" should be read in full.  But for our specific purposes, we want to quote his last two paragraphs, which echo the sentiments conveyed yesterday in "Jolly Good Fellows".
  Wilson helpfully lifts us up to see the wider panorama of the battlefield. 

Two last things. The first will help you understand all the controversies that are currently raging. The clash today is between the Christians, who affirm the absolute supremacy of Jesus Christ over all things, and the unbelievers, who affirm the absolute supremacy of the way they are feeling right now. Immediate feelings are the final and ultimate potentate for them, whether feelings of lust, envy, hurt, greed, malice, or self-loathing. This is why arguments don’t matter. This is why Scripture doesn’t matter. This is why facts don’t matter. This is why, for example — in our local uproar about sexual offenders — our adversaries are hurt by our lack of answers, and then when they get answers, they are hurt by that. The constant is the feeling of misery, and so their arguments, facts, documents, reasoning, etc. just float on the surface of the river of their discontents, like a chunk of styrofoam on the Grand Ronde.

The second point is the same point writ large. You can see the imperious nature of Queen Feelings on full display in The Free Speech Apocalypse, due to be released in just a few weeks. Pay particular attention to the relationship between grounded facts and the feelings of the demonstrators (i.e. none) and pay particular attention to the apology segment in that movie, where feelings dictate the necessity of apologies. Apologies are never owed because of wrong done, but rather because of wrong felt. And once you have admitted that principle — as even many Christians have urged me to do — you have admitted the entrance of a blind and irritated despot, and have consented to live in their hellhole. To which I do not consent.