Onward, Christian soldiers in the war on woke
by Stuart Major, TCW:
THE Irreverend podcast is always worth listening to. For the uninitiated, picture three conservative-minded C of E vicars (no, seriously) wisely and whimsically debating faith and current affairs. The show has featured excellent guests, too, such as James Delingpole and Laura Dodsworth.
Recently it was the turn of cultural theologian Rev Dr Joseph Boot. With his ever-genial host, Rev Dr Jamie Franklin, Boot discussed his thought-provoking new book Ruler of Kings: Toward a Christian Vision of Government. The publisher was kind enough to send me a review copy.
I’m not much of a Christian, to be honest. A quiet Anglicanism – the occasional service – is the most I can manage, and the tea and biscuits afterwards (Covid risk-assessment allowing) are usually the highlight. I suspect I’m not alone in that. Anyway, does it really matter, when these days just being a Christian is a semi-revolutionary act?
As Boot observes, Christianity is the chief enemy of the utopian forces running amok in the West. Why? Look no further than the book’s heretical title. Need we be reminded (and perhaps we do), Scripture tells us total sovereignty in this world and the next belongs to one figure. Much to their chagrin, it isn’t Klaus Schwab, Bill Gates or any other Great Reset megalomaniac.
Given the current woke onslaught – seeded, according to the author, in the dogmatic rationalism of the Renaissance, Enlightenment and French Revolution – I’m warming anew to this man-delimiting notion. Any tradition which knocks today’s puffed-up globalist demigods off their perch is fine by me. As it happens, it’s one which most of us were born into. Did we take it for granted?
Small wonder, then, that the Church itself was a prime target for liberal infiltration. And alas, save for a few spirited outposts both Canterbury and Rome have fallen. A germane aside: in the 1980s my then vicar gave a prescient sermon warning of the dangers posed by a certain expansionist religion. Today, we all know what such muscular Christianity would meet with: a swift defrocking, a cringing apology by an imposter-Archbishop, and the dissenting cleric’s dog-collar felt by the police (who might also need to find him a safe house).
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