In the essay Christ!, Muggeridge has this to say:
In my day, the Evening Standard vans carried a bill: “IS THERE AN AFTER LIFE? SEE TOMORROW’S EVENING STANDARD… Jesus Christ… is a Name Which Makes News. During his lifetime he would not, perhaps, have rated the attention of William Hickey, but his subsequent fame, and the wealth and eminence of many of those associated with it, qualified him for a place in gossip column. From [Publisher] Lord Beaverbrook’s point of view, His was essentially a success story. From humble origins (though, as the Son of God, He might be considered to have exalted connections) He achieved a position of outstanding power and influence. The Crucifixion was a setback, certainly, but the Resurrection more than compensated for it… His astonishing career, from carpenter’s son to an accepted position on God’s right hand, exemplified Lord Beaverbrook’s favorite proposition that dazzling opportunities await whoever has the shrewdness, energy, and pertinacity to see and seize them. Not even the sky was the limit. It was as a successful propagandist that Jesus Christ won Lord Beaverbrook’s particular admiration. Without the advantage of a chain of newspapers, lacking financial resources and powerful earthly connections, he still managed to put across his ideas so effectively that nearly two thousand years later they are still ringing in mankind’s ears.
Now does that not remind you of how the mainstream media covers Christ today? Never mind all that stuff about His deity, His eternal kingdom, or His claims on His own creation. Just marvel that He’s still famous after all these years.
“He made the forest whence there sprung, the tree on which His body hung,” Phil Keaggy wrote. The clay writes about the very potter who created them as if He were yet another celebrity. (And after that they’ll tell you why all the millenia of serious Scriptural study missed out on how Jesus was a feminist, or a Marxist, or some other anachronism that just so happens to match the spirit of this age… but that is for another time).