I have reluctantly come to see that there are differences between world religions that cannot be reconciled without resorting to intellectual dishonesty, or disrespect toward others rooted in willful ignorance. And I will shun the arrogance that suggests these differences should be reconciled. At this juncture I will simply choose to live in awe and reverence before the beauty of the “other” that will always be mysterious—as mysterious as the face of God--transcending language, and therefore transcending my own thoughts which have been externally constructed by language. It will remain infinitely searchable, and therefore never fully knowable. Karl Barth maintained above all else the “otherness” of God, and that he is unattainable by reason. Perhaps I could still cherish what I consider the theological brilliance of Barth, along my way to becoming a postmodern mystic.
(Yes, I am having a crisis, but it’s a surprisingly peaceful one. )