“Crezul” vremurilor noastre

Jurnalistul englez Steve Turner scrie un crez satiric al vremurilor noastre pe care Ravi Zacharias îl preia în cartea sa “Can Man Live Without God”. Îl redau mai jos în engleză şi vă învit să vă cutremuraţi.

We believe in Marxfreudanddarwin

We believe everything is OK

as long as you don’t hurt anyone,

to the best of your definition of hurt,

and to the best of your knowledge.

We believe in sex before, during, and after marriage.

We believe in the therapy of sin.

We believe that adultery is fun.

We believe that sodomy’s OK.

We believe that taboos are taboo.

We believe that everythingţs getting better

despite the evidence to the contrary.

The evidence must be investigated

And you can prove anything with evidence.

We believe there’s someting in horoscopes,

UFO’s and bent spoons;

Jesus was a good man just like Buddha,

Mohammed, and ourselves.

He was a good moral teacher although we thing

His good morals were bad.

We believe that all religions are basically the same –

Atleast the one that we read was.

They all believe in love and goodness.

They only differ on matters of creation,

sin, heaven, hell, God, and salvation.

We believe that after death comes the Nothing

Because when you ask the dead what happens

they say nothing.

If death is not the end, if the dead have lied, then it’s

compulsory heaven for all excepting perhaps

Hitler, Stalin, and Genghis Khan.

We believe in Masters and Johnson.

What’s selected is average.

What’s average is normal.

What’s normal is good.

…

We believe that man is essentially good.

It’s only his behavior that lets him down.

This is the fault of society.

Society is the fault of conditions.

Conditions are the fault of society.

We believe that each man must find the truth that

is right for him.

Reality will adapt accordingly.

The universe will readjust.

History will alter.

We believe that there is no absolute truth

excepting the truth

that there is no absolute truth.

We believe in the rejection of creeds,

and the flowering of individual, free though.

Postscript

“Chance”

If chance be

the Father of all flesh,

disaster is his rainbow in the sky,

and when you hear

State of Emergency!

Sniper Kills Ten!

Troops on Rampage!

Whites go Looting!

Bomb Blasts School!

It is but the sound of man

worshipping his maker.