Doug Giles or James Lileks?
I had long conversations about Islam and Christianity with cabbies in DC, and they always ended with happy faces and salaam and go in peace. Iâ€™ve no doubt millions and millions of Muslims are content to let the Christians go about their errant path, content that in the end a just God will say okay, you crazy lug, youâ€™re in. Just as millions of Christians are willing to say Koran, Shmoran, youâ€™re just and upright and believe in the One Big Guy, meet you at the Old Country Buffet in the sky. Bacon bits on my side, hummus on yours, whatever. But when you have your Clash of Civilizations, people retreat. MOOOON GODDDD! Oh yeah? Cough up the dhimmi tax, kaffir!
The point is not to get to that point. We are seriously need in live-and-let-live juice applied globally by aerosol spray, the sort of thing that makes people swallow big chunky doctrinal differences and concentrate simply on the idea of a God who is out of the smiting business for the time being. Take that as your daily verse: smite not. And the first one who says â€œbutâ€ gets sent howling down to hell? Smite not. Tomorrow, smite we might. After a day of not smiting we might actually refocus and agree who is smite-worthy, who truly profanes Godâ€™s gifts. But today? Smite-free.
…and we need a Godwin’s Law for taxi-cab conversations. At least that’s what my last cab driver and I agreed upon.