Olympic blasphemy because why not July 29th, 2024. The blasphemous fiasco of the opening ceremonies of the Olympics blew up while I was traveling and so I began by recognizing that I'm late to the party.

I would apologize for that if it were in any way my own fault

but in this case at least it was not.

I didn't even get to post before an inadequate apology was dragged out of them.

What I would like to do here is devote exactly one paragraph to the blasphemy itself and then turn my attention to the task of

admonishing my fellow Christians on the one aspect of their reaction to the whole thing

that missed the boat biblically. The blasphemy was ugly and deliberately so.

The image of God is born by man and woman, male and female,

with man the glory of God and the woman the glory of that glory. It is glory in the first instance

and then feminine glory is layered on top of glory after that. The point of such blasphemy is not to offer us the vision of an alternative glory of another God or goddess, but rather to vandalize the image of God that we have been given.

It does no good to point out how lame and wretched the whole thing is,

because that would be like telling a vandal that the orange paint he threw on the Flemish masterpiece ruined it.

Yes, of course he would say, the point was the ruin of it. Yes, of course he would say the point was the ruin of it. The point is not

to display virtuosity but rather hatred. Imagine a king in an invincible castle on the

hill. Good and wise in all his ways.

Despite his wisdom there was a village in the valley down below, the residents of which

hated him.

Although their hatred was very great, there was no way for them to overthrow him or the

forces in his castle.

And so they resorted to the only thing they could do in such a circumstance,

which was to burn the king in effigy.

They could not reach him, but at least they could vent their venomous spite by defacing his image.

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