Euroweenies to God: We have no king but Caesar!

The really impressive thing about the post-Christian world is its almost infallible knack for deriving exactly the wrong lesson from its experience.

Problem: Unorthodox gay priests raping kids? Solution: Tell Rome to go to hell when it suggests you not ordain more gay priests with contempt for chastity and orthodoxy.

Problem: Abortion leading to a culture of violence against children? Solution: Abort more kids!

Problem: Devil busier than ever in the American Church? Solution: Fire the exorcists!

Problem: Muslim extremists waging implacable war on civilization? Solution: Do everything you can to apologize for them and call their principal foe a cowboy and a moron.

Problem: A century of ruthless atheistic regimes creating hell on earth? Solution: Stamp out the last tenuous vestiges of connection to Europe’s Christian heritage.

A reading from the gospel according to Screwtape:

“The game is to have them all running about with fire extinguishers whenever there is a flood, and all crowding to that side of the boat which is already nearly gunwale under. Thus we make it fashionable to expose the dangers of enthusiasm at the very moment when they are all really becoming worldly and lukewarm; a century later, when we are really making them all Byronic and drunk with emotion, the fashionable outcry is directed against the dangers of the mere “understanding.” Cruel ages are put on their guard against sentimentality, feckless and idle ones against respectability, lecherous ones against Puritanism; and whenever all men are really hastening to be slaves or tyrants we make liberalism the prime bogey.”

Or, to paraphrase St. Paul: Professing to be wise, they became fools and exchanged the glory of the immortal God for Euros of gold and silver.