December 25, 2021

St Columba Altarpiece, Rogier van der Weyden

St Columba Altarpiece, Rogier van der Weyden

A few weeks after Friedrich Nietzsche bragged to an admirer that he had completed a ruthless attack on our Lord, he collapsed, had convulsions, shouted like a madman, and never recovered his faculties again. It was the autumn of 1888. He was 44 years old, his books had just begun to be noticed, and he lived for a decade longer, empty-eyed, silent, and entirely unaware of the fame that was about to engulf him.

Was his tragic end divine punishment for his sacrilege? My devout Catholic wife begs to differ. Our Lord is not a vengeful one, she insists. That’s the only thing wrong with him, I answer her. Although Darwin’s Origin of Species in 1859 had started the anti-God ball rolling, Nietzsche’s nervous breakdown and anti-Christian profanities had an enormous effect because the genius/madman was a man of faith. Both his father and grandfather were Lutheran pastors, and young Nietzsche was so pious he was nicknamed the little pastor. Yet it was the Hellenes of ancient times who drew the little pastor away from Christianity and onto the Hellenistic world of Homer and Olympian Gods. Schopenhauer and Wagner followed and soon the little pastor was into German myths, excessive masturbation (according to Wagner), and madness. The great religious and classical scholar Taki believes that if Herr Nietzsche had kept faith with the poor carpenter’s Bethlehem family instead of going Greek he would have remained sane.

As a sinner but a devout Christian I need to reassert to you that the heart of faith is mystery. God is not an object, and is beyond our knowing, as is Jesus Christ. I was brought up to fear God, but as I grew older I learned to love Him as much as I love Jesus. The Virgin Mary, her son, and God for me are one and the same, and to hell with theologians who split them up along with their infinities. Is my faith tied up with some vague promise of an afterlife? To be perfectly honest, the answer to that question is maybe, although I don’t count on it too much. One thing I don’t do is pray for things I desire. It’s called manipulation, and the Almighty does not do manipulation.

“As a sinner but a devout Christian I need to reassert to you that the heart of faith is mystery.”

One reason that I am certain most intellectuals will go to hell is their bizarre claims against the virgin birth of Christ, a theology they deem naive and meant for those who see sexuality as sinful. As in most instances, the eggheads get it completely wrong. The pure, untouched body represents virtue and innocence, not a Kardashian-like overused and overexposed figure. The reason violence is on the rise everywhere is the downgrading of Christianity by our so-called elite, whose company will one day soon represent the new hell. No more fires and circles of hell, just the nearness of Dorsey, Zuckerberg, and their ilk.

Mind you, when John Calvin and Martin Luther reformed the church, new forms of communication and scientific discoveries were changing the world. But look who did the reforming. Calvin and Luther were great men with great minds who were devout Christians. The bums who are anti-Christian nowadays are not fit to register as humans. And yet the bad guys are winning. In America, a nation that makes Sodom and Gomorrah look like Eden, fewer than half of Americans claim membership to a church. Seventy percent belonged to a church as recently as 1999, now it’s down to 47 percent. With the kind of scum that runs Hollywood and TV, I am surprised that it is as much as that at present. Christianity is under attack as never before, and the anti-Christian attacks are from our so-called elite people who produce movies that Americans watch nonstop.

Just think about it: Our Christianity now is subordinate to other affiliations such as ethnic identity, sports team loyalty, and even superhero devotion. Among university-educated people, many now feel sophisticated after denouncing their Christianity. The secularization of the meritocracy is seen as a good thing among the unbelieving rabble, but I see it as the reason all these bums need drugs, porn, and booze to get through their dull, useless lives.

Never mind, it’s Christmas and I must be charitable. But I find it hard because of the bums of Silicon Valley. Spiritual ideas among them take the form of wellness, hardly a metaphysical belief. Can any of you imagine a Bezos or a Zuckerberg or a Dorsey getting up early and going to church to recite creeds they don’t believe in because if they did they would not have done to their fellow man what they did in the first place? Step all over them, that is. Again, never mind because it’s Christmas.

The even bigger danger to Christmas and to our Christianity comes from those who actually wrote the following: “The default to Merry Christmas as a normal greeting is also white supremacy culture at work.” I will not give those who wrote such things room in my Xmas column, suffice to say you dear readers know exactly where they will end up. In the meantime, I wish all Takimag readers the happiest of Christmases ever.


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