First of all, I'd like to thank both of you for continuing to check this blog every few months when your cubicle is completely void of other distractions, including the cheezit crumbs in your pen tray that have been there for a year. So, that said...
I'm working my way through Peter Kreeft's Back to Virtue and have been quite enjoying it so far. It starts a bit dated and rough (going on and on about something called the 'Cold War'? and some nonsense about nuclear armaments and human stupidity) at the beginning, but smoothes out nicely. Kreeft builds on C.S. Lewis's analogy of sailing ships for the three great ethical questions: how to avoid collisions (social ethics), how to stay afloat (virtues and vices), and what the hell are we doing out here anyway (ultimate purpose of human life)?
The problem with the Western world at the moment, in Kreeft's mind, really the 'crisis' as he calls it, is that,
[W]e have reduced all the virtues to one, being kind; and we measure Jesus by our standards instead of measuring our standards by him.
But why have we reduced all the virtues to being kind? Because we have reduced all the goods to one, the one that kindness ministers to: pleasure, comfort, contentment. We have reduced ourselves to pleasure-seeking animals.
This thought has stuck with me, not least as I've been perusing the sexuality and gender debates raging throughout mainline denominations. Within the context of Kreeft's thought, I think I agree with him, and I think I see his point: society and the individuals that comprise society are having a hard time staying 'shipshape', staying afloat.
While I think I agree with Kreeft's assessment, I have a hard time articulating it in a similar fashion, largely because I know too many people who are stuck in the parking lot of fundamentalism. Sure the parking lot looks different, the cars of fundamentalism are a bit newer. Electric guitars are no longer the direct tool of the Devil, long hair and soul-patches are no longer necessarily signs of rebellion. But fundamentalism is the fat lady. It doesn't matter what dress you put her in, she is what she is. Far too many 'contenders for the faith' see kindness as neither a virtue nor a rhetorical posture to be employed, much less an attitude with which to season conversations.
Meekness, it seems, is weakness. If cleanliness is next to godliness, then testosterone is apparently sitting on godliness's lap (if testosterone was lame enough to do such a thing). I don't want comfort to lead me around by the nose as I try to navigate the rushing waters of life, trying to stay shipshape, but I equally don't want to devolve into ignorant fighting about who knows what. On the surface, ignorant fighting seems a bit more animalistic to me, but then I figure that animals usually fight to survive, not to gain some weird pleasure. I'd posit, that were we to think about things a bit more intentionally, we'd realize that kindness, true kindness, should actually drive us to build a deeper ethical conversation, not a more shallow one.