Rather than trading shot for shot, rage for rage,
despair for
despair, I will step
out of that cycle
of death and walk straight
out onto the water, with my eyes on Jesus, he is making a
path in the wilderness.
Barth has always loved to dangle the threatening figure
of Feuerbach before anyone interested in the self, modern man, or
despair, and to say, in effect, «Look
out, gentlemen; if you leave my protection and go down the slippery
path towards Bultmann or Tillich you will be unable to stop until you arrive at Feuerbach, who was at least honest in his atheism.»
I understand the reason — years
of positive thinkers have drilled it into our heads not to watch, read or listen to the news or hang
out with the «black cloud» group at the water cooler because nothing lies down that
path but
despair.