What I'm Reading: Jesus Rediscovered by Malcolm Muggeridge
This sense of being a stranger, which first came to me at the beginning of my life, I have never quite lost, however engulfed I might be, at particular times and in particular circumstances, in earthly pursuits--whether through cupidity, vanity, or sensuality, three chains that bind us, three goads that drive us, three iron gates that isolate us, in the tiny dark dungeon of our ego.
Christianity, it seems to me, is now in total disarray, and visibly decomposing, to the point that, short of a miracle, it can never be put together again with any semblance of order or credibility. In their present state of decomposition the various Christian denominations are not even an impediment to Christian belief, but just a joke.
