The Devangelical, Demergent Church

Doug Wilson’s commentary on Postmodernism is classic:

Leotard defined postmodernism as “incredulity toward all metanarratives.” I myself, if I ever become a postmodernist, will gravitate toward that deeper form of it which would be “incredulity toward all sentence or phrases that have nouns or verbs in them.” And I will display uncertainty about everything except for my own petulance, I mean to say, my own reverse Cartesianism. Dubito ergo vagio. “I doubt, therefore I whine.” In other words, the postmodern “emergent church,” as some like to call it, has all the styrofoam gravitas of a women’s study course at your local community college. The Christian church has confronted many dangers and threats throughout her history — from lions in ancient Rome to jack-booted Nazis. But this postmodern thing may be the first time we have been confronted with death-by-sludge. The breathless excitement that follows around after these vaporings is simply inexplicable. Nothing is more irrelevant than a lust for relevance, but those in the grip of such lust think themselves interesting people because they can see are their own obsessive interests. After all, it interests them! But they are not interesting at all, and if their handling of Scripture got any more pedestrian they would have to grow another leg. They are the bland leading the bland. A new Reformation? Huh. Try something else. I am not sure we have had anything like this since Ireneus made fun of that Gnostic cucumber.