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Post Modern Note



  In recent years, there has been a shift into a postmodern mindset that disallows any absolute truth.  Everything is relative and what is ‘right’ for one person may not be ‘right’ for others.  Feeling have as much substance as facts.

  You may have also noticed how now it seems everything must be argued about. Any statement, any choice is subject to scrutiny to the nth degree. One would think that a more ‘flexible’ world that accepts all points of view equally would be much more tolerant.

  However, real life doesn’t work that way.  Since no one can hold to facts, the currency of debate is about who cares the most. To be on top one must be fully committed to an insane emotional degree.  It might not make much sense what you believe but if you believe it enough, it is ‘right’.  So the worst thing you can do is to give over to the temptation to even listen to someone else's point of view.  Opposition is to be crushed, lest it live long enough to gain a toehold in someone’s heart.

  It doesn’t make for a nice world when everyone’s personal viewpoint is the standard.

  That isn’t just a modern thing either.  All you have to do is look at the end of the book of Judges.
In those days there was no king in Israel: every man did that which was right in his own eyes.
Judges 21:25 
  The last four chapter show how bad things were. Corrupt religious leaders. Family dysfunction. Deception. Crime. Violence. Sexual deviancy. Foolish actions by the people and their leaders. Internal War. Genocide. Degradation. The problems were terrible but the solutions were even worse. They looked more like the worst people in history not like the people of God.

  Why? There was no authority, even just did what THEY thought was best.


  Relative truth always brings out the worst in man. Is doesn’t matter if it is ancient man or modern man or postmodern man. 

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