Explain to me once again the theory of relativism.  I don’t mean the theory of relativity.  Mastering that oft-stepped tango on the physics dance floor is a cake walk compared to understanding the convoluted, arm-flailing jig set to the arrhythmic “Every opinion is every bit as valid as another” intonations of post-modern thought.

    Let's be realistic.  Yes, everyone can have an opinion.  No, they can not all be right.  Eventually SOMEONE will be wrong.  Time, space, and the opening of the Academy envelopes will bare that out. That’s the nature of the game. 

    Ultimately, no matter what the difference of opinion, one side will be vindicated.  Parents believe that moment comes when offspring sire their own.  Persons of faith believe that moment comes at our death.  Certain politicians believe that moment comes when you slink out of the White House having confounded the media over the definition of “sex”.

    I was recently chastised by a colleague for holding firm to my belief that, to put a very fine point on it, Christ is King.  I believe that.  I always have, and I suspect I always will.

    I was told, "Come on now, I have a lot of friends, and they don't believe that."

    My answer: "So."

    Her response:  "SO you have to be tolerant of other people's views."

    My point:  "I do tolerate them.  It doesn't make them right."

    And that seems to be the problem relativists have missed:  toleration does not equate endorsement.  It simply means that I respect their right to be every bit as wrong as they so desire.

    Unfortunately, somewhere along the relativism railroad, we allowed the conductors of compromise to punch our tickets with regards to tolerance.  By not saying WHAT WE BELIEVE, we gave a taciturn wink and nod to those with differing, opposing, or even openly antagonistic views. We, unwittingly at best or complicity at worst, seem to endorse or encourage those with whom we have substantial differences.

    So many people have heard the line about tolerance that the word itself has lost all meaning.  According to Merriam-Webster, “tolerate” means “to allow to be or to be done without prohibition, hindrance, or contradiction”.  I am on board for about two thirds of that definition.  I will gladly stand aside as you think, say, and even in some cases do the ridiculous.  That’s what this country is all about.      

    However, far too many in the tolerance soup line have chosen to drop their ladle into the third cup of porridge, the one that says “without contradiction”.  Espousing that ideology is one thing, remember we have already established that being wrong is fine – in fact, it’s downright constitutional.  But when you begin to honestly believe that my tolerance is only evident when I sit idly by as you denigrate my faith, my forefathers, my government, and the men and women protecting my country, then quite frankly you have become intolerable.

    Listen, I know of a guy, perhaps you've heard of him who announced a few thousand years ago that He was the way and the light.  He was the truth.  OK.  There it is in a nutshell.  He said it. 

    Do you believe it?  OK You don't.  Move along.  Nice to know you, sorry I won't be seeing you at the after party.  Now is that a guarantee that I'll make it?  Not necessarily, but I sure as heck like my odds better than someone who won't even buy a ticket to the concert!

    You do believe it?  Great, then tell me how YOU can be right AND EVERYONE WHO DOESN"T BELIEVE THIS can be right at the same time? 

    How?

    Simple:  You can't.

    And guess what....Time and space will bare one of those two groups out.

    Does that mean that we shouldn't be caring, kind, concerned, perhaps even apostolic neighbors?  No.  In fact, I'd say just the opposite.  More than ever we need to open our hearts.  But opening your heart does not mean closing your mind.

    It is and often has been fashionable to dismiss Christians as simple-minded inbred dunderheads walking barefoot to the bathroom out back, arguing against science out of fear, and invoking God's name with trembling.  Well, one out of three isn't bad.  I've got in-door plumbing.  I am not afraid of science so much as I am mystified by its complexity in what it reveals about the nature of our existence.  But do I tremble at the thought of God?  You better believe it.

    Because contrary to what the tragically hip on the Left Coast or the Esoteric Elite back East want to believe, there is only one opinion that matters to me, and His word his final.  No hedging. No fudging. And it is certainly not relative.

    And here's the rub:  in order to celebrate personally with Him, all we need to do is understand, embrace, and reflect the truths He has shared.  Like the old television show suggested, Father knows best.

    And in the end, I'd take a Heavenly relative over Earthly relativism any day.