. . . relativism . . . my definition: “What’s right for you is right for you. What’s right for me is right for me”. . .
This default position may work until there is conflict, at which point some sort of arbiter is needed, in the form of a person or set of rules.
Clearly, the closer it is aligned to what is good, the greater will be its capacity to heal.
Let’s take a not uncommon situation in relationships, for example:
Atheist 1 posts:
… All of you except for the one man who didn’t really grasp, I think, what I was saying on the panel, because, at the bar later that night — actually at four in the morning, we were at the hotel bar, four a.m. I said I’ve had enough guys, I’m exhausted, going to bed, so I walked to the elevator, and a man got on the elevator with me and said “Don’t take this the wrong way, but I find you very interesting and I would like to talk more, would you like to come to my hotel room for coffee?” Um, just a word to the wise here, guys, don’t do that. I don’t really know how else to explain that this makes me incredibly uncomfortable, but I’ll just sort of lay it out that I was a single woman, you know, in a foreign country, at four a.m., in a hotel elevator with you, just you, and I, don’t invite me back to your hotel room right after I’ve finished talking about how it creeps me out and makes me uncomfortable when men sexualise me in that manner.
Atheist 2 (most probably the “elevator man”) responds:
Dear Muslima,
Stop whining, will you. Yes, yes, I know you had your genitals mutilated with a razor blade, and… yawn… don’t tell me yet again, I know you aren’t allowed to drive a car, and you can’t leave the house without a male relative, and your husband is allowed to beat you, and you’ll be stoned to death if you commit adultery. But stop whining, will you. Think of the suffering your poor American sisters have to put up with. Only this week I heard of one, she calls herself Skep”chick”, and do you know what happened to her? A man in a hotel elevator invited her back to his room for coffee. I am not exaggerating. He really did. He invited her back to his room for coffee. Of course she said no, and of course he didn’t lay a finger on her, but even so… And you, Muslima, think you have misogyny to complain about! For goodness sake grow up, or at least grow a thicker skin.
While perhaps trivial, these sparks ingnited a flame war.
We witness in the world how such misunderstandings and conflicts can fester and grow, resulting in much discord, mistrust and suffering.
What does Christianity teach us about how to deal with such issues? Love.
Maintaining one’s own integrity, one gives one’s mind and heart over to what the other person thinks and feels.
Recognizing that the other person is hurt (and angry, which is where the catch is), one demonstrates that one is sorry that this has happened.
It is in this way, having promised to love, honour and stick to the relationship in our wedding vows, that we can grow in the love and understanding that characterizes the most intimate of relationships.
Christianity does not have proprietary rights over love. What it does is proclaim its centrality in existence.
There are two rules, to love and to love Love, the Source of all creation, above all else.
It is on this basis, we believe, that we are judged. The judgement is the reality that without love we are lost.
Any sort of non-theistic morality must, to be true and good, have its basis in love.
What we as Christians understand as revealed historically, is also understood in our hearts.
If a person cannot accept the former, let’s pray that they will know the latter.