We live in a day and age in which there seems to be no North Star, no compass, no transcendent moral or ethical boundaries, no plumb line for right and wrong. What is "real" and “true”, we are told, is what is real and true for you. This philosophical paradigm has become the “default” consensus of the pop-postmodern culture in which we live, and there are no areas of life that it has not touched and corrupted.
The corrosive ideology of Personal Preference rules the progressive, western roost.
Human subjectivity is Sovereign today…and The King reigns proudly with a very large club.
When what's Real, friend, looks like trouble,
There's just one thing left to do:
Redefine it to your liking...
That way you'll make all things new!
Professor and theologian , Anthony Esolen, observes:
"It may be that all of the mad errors of the last hundred years have risen from one first and terrible error: that of refusing to honor reality, including human reality, as it is. Ideologies treat man as if he could be pressed into any shape, like molten plastic poured into a form. People who live in the dream world of ideology can never smile at their opponents. One ironical jest is a dire threat. That is because they have built their house on something slighter than sand—airy nothing. Unreal, unreal.
...maybe the best way to fight the unreal is also the sweetest and most restorative way—to take joy in the real. Real men, real women, real children; real intercourse of the sexes; real worship, real penitence, real gratitude; real care for the poor; real acknowledgment of the teachings of Jesus, real embrace of the Holy Scriptures; real cherishing of the permanent things; real song, real poetry, real beauty; real honor of the Mother of God; real falling down in adoration of the Son of God, who was really born as an infant boy, in the real village of Bethlehem, two thousand years ago."
It’s Where Lost Boys Lose Their Mind
When the “unreal” finds acceptance
In the hearts and minds of men,
You’ll find Chaos wreaking havoc,
In a World of Let’s Pretend.
When the “unreal” redefines things,
When it deconstructs what’s true…
Flights of Fancy go a-soaring
In The Yonder, wild and blue.
It’s a Fairy Tale most grim, sir…,
Good Intentions all around.
It’s a Wishful Thinking Wasteland,
Shifting sand…no solid ground.
You’ll find babies there in dumpsters,
You’ll be told it’s “right” and “good”.
You’ll be taught that what you’re feeling
Is, my friend, your “ought” and “should”.
It’s an Icarus endeavor…
It’s a Humpty-Dumpty perch,
It’s a Jabberwock in Dreamland,
It’s where Satan goes to church.
It’s a Peter Pan-nish notion,
It’s where Lost Boys lose their mind,
Where destruction’s called “progressive”,
And The Lie is wined and dined.
When the Truth became Incarnate
In the House of Bread that day,
There was joy expressed in Heaven,
Shepherds quaked in their dismay.
There the Light invaded darkness,
Revelation for the soul,
Truth and Order conquered to chaos…
As the prophets had foretold.
In that place, Lord, East of Eden,
Truth was found among the lost.
There the dark gave way to Good News,
Give us Grace to see the Cross.
“In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth. Now the earth was formless and empty, darkness was over the surface of the deep….”
—Genesis 1: 1,2
“In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God….Through him all things were made that has been made. In him was life, and the life was the light of men. The light shines in the darkness….”
—John 1: 1-5