Small wonder, then, that our culture is building ever-higher walls to defend itself from the unsettling beauty of God—or even the very idea of beauty. Traditional conceptions of beauty are being dismissed as discriminatory and nonegalitarian, and all things are declared to be equally beautiful. The existence of any absolute beauty is denied as the arts and media simultaneously fear and revel in the perverse, the crooked, and the ugly.
When I read this I immediately thought of the increasing comfort people seem to seek and find in dressing down, as if to dare anyone seeking excellence in personal appearance to not include and affirm them. Is personal mediocrity, or the lowest common denominator, to only ground on which those who fear man rather than God can feel safe?
