In my way of thinking, the central assertion of post modernism does not so much undermine reason, as it does the premises from which we reason. We inherit a narrative which serves the interests of the story tellers, more than the audience. One which places the audience in thrall to the narrators.

And darn it, if that wasn’t a central premise of Christ’s witness!!!

“You have heard it said that….. but I say unto you…..” An authority not validated by past narrative, not upon narrative at all, so much as sense and visceral perception. Verily Verily, I tell you, the Kingdom of Heaven is like unto that which you intrinsicly know. The erudition of scribes has not brought them enlightenment. As much as not, it has diverted them from the path of enlightenment. You don’t need old stories to make sense of your world. You need an affirmation around which to write the story of now. You need be born again.

I’ve read more of the premises from which this project stems. I find that when the church tries to be church, it fails. Church needs to do church… when its institutional prerogatives are its aim — the narrative become the very sort of power trip that Foucault and Christ both would deconstruct. And rubble is what Christ makes of monuments to institutional prerogative.

A puff away from 3 packs a day