In English 101 they teach us how to write idiot proof essays. My teacher says, "The reader is evil and perverse. Anything that can be misunderstood will be." He teaches us how to read sentences by sentences backwards through our paper and make sure that each one makes sense. He teaches us how to check our pronoun references and make sure they're inescapably clear. (Which means you have ridiculous stuff like "Johnny punched Billy, because Johnny was mad at Billy." It's yucky, but it's idiot-proof.) He teaches us (I should probably say "My English teacher teaches us") to make sure that each of our topic sentences clearly relate to our thesis. He teaches us that to give a piece of evidence you need to do three things: introduce the evidence, give the evidence, and then restate how the evidence proves your point (because by this time, your evil and perverse reader has forgotten your original point and is forming his own opinions of what the evidence may mean). He teaches us that any time you quote someone, you must triple check your source to ensure that your quote is absolutely correct, because the slightest quotational error will make you appear sloppy and incompetent, thus tainting the overall credibility of your paper. He teaches us that we should not try to be funny or interesting, because wittiness often comes at the expense of clarity. He teaches us that in writing there are venial sins - spelling and grammatical errors and other such things - and then there is the cardinal sin of unclarity. The former make you look silly, but they are forgivable. The latter damns your paper to literary hell. Paul would have benefited from my English 101 class.
I've read a reasonable number of books in my short life. Some have been boring or poorly written. Some have been confusing, over my head, irritating, trite, or absurd. Some have been translated from other languages. Some have been hundreds or thousands of years old. But I've never read a book as confusing, ambiguous, as open to interpretation, as poorly researched and supported, or as self-contradictory as the Bible.
I'm not saying the Bible was always confusing and academically questionable. I suspect that 1 and 2 Corinthians made a good deal of sense to the Corinthians, that Hebrews was at least marginally decipherable to the Hebrews, and that Titus had very little trouble understanding Titus. I'm even willing to believe that there was the odd Roman who felt he had a reasonable grasp of Romans. The problem, I'm willing to suppose, is not that Paul was on crack, but that it's been 2000 years since he wrote. I am an English speaking Christian in the 21st century, and I am not Corinthian, Hebrew, or Roman, nor (to my great disappointment) is my name Titus. So the problem is probably the culture gap. Rationally speaking, it's unlikely that any of the New Testament authors were mentally imbalanced (though Paul really makes me wonder sometimes) but they did manage to write one crazy, confusing book. Consider:
New Testament interpretations of Old Testament prophesy generally range from suspect to appalling. If we didn't have this preconception that these guys were somehow guided by God himself to see the fulfillments of indecipherable prophetic babble, we would surely laugh them out of town. Many "prophecies" quoted in the New Testament don't appear to be prophesies at all when viewed in context. Nearly all are misquotes (though this is forgivable to a point, because they're already writing in a different language than the original). In a few cases the quotation is so bad we're not exactly sure which Old Testament verse the author had in mind. In at least a couple cases the writer quotes as scripture - even as prophecy - a phrase which no modern translation considers canonical. (This puts us in a sort of a Catch-22 if we want to believe that God kept the Bible error-free even in it's original manuscripts, because even at that point our Bible contains discrepancies.)
Again, the culture gap is a huge problem. First of all, the original recipients necessarily had greatly different expectations and preconceptions. John's flawed chronology was apparently deliberate, and must not have seemed like lying to the original readers. Matthew's little counting error in Mt 8 apparently did not suggest to his readers that he was an unreliable witness. At least some 1st century Jews weren't too suspicious of what looks like constant fudging of messianic prophesies. And then of course there's the assumed knowledge underlying the epistles. These letters were written to specific churches or groups of churches not to lay down the fundamental points of doctrine, but to respond to that specific churches specific needs. Understandably, the content of these letters is often difficult to apply to modern churches. For example, one of the primary themes throughout the Epistles is the tension between Jewish and Gentile believers. Unless you attend a Messianic Jewish church, this is probably not a pressing concern for you. Frequent allusions are made to other letters which no longer exist or to prior verbal teachings, leaving us to speculate about the author's meaning. I see no indication that the Bible was written with any thought to the modern western reader, and I see no indication that God will help the sincere seeker to find "the truth" on any specific doctrine.
A couple months ago I spent a weekend at a conservative Brethren Bible Camp. A number of significant things occurred, not the least of which is that I spent some time reading a booklet on Charismatic stuff. This particular booklet was titled "Someone, Please Cry Wolf", and was written by David Wilkerson. (Yes, "The Cross and the Switchblade" David Wilkerson.) His opinion was that the Charismatic movement - centered, apparently, around the speaking of tongues - is a terrible Satanic attack on the church. It really frustrated me. I mean, I'm not Charismatic by any stretch, but Mr. Wilkerson's position - that the Charismatic movement is the greatest Satanic deception of our time - seems absurd to me. The only problem is that his views are supportable by scripture. Seriously, I looked it up. I can't remember all of it now, but I remember that some of it was a bit silly and out of context (out of context... Where have I heard that before?) but the majority seemed to be valid Biblical interpretation. On the other hand, I've heard Charismatic slants on some of the same verses that support opposite conclusions.
This is true for a wide range of issues. I can prove to you from the Bible that women should be totally submissive to men and not participate audibly in Church. I can also prove to you from the Bible that we should abolish all gender differences and allow women to be pastors. This bothers me. There's something troublesome to me about a book which can be taken to say that homosexuals are hated by God and doom nations to his wrath (here), or that homosexuality is not a sin (here). It's fashionable in my circles to focus on the love in the Bible. God is love. We are called to love. It's all about the love. Anything in the Bible that contradicts this preconception is either spun or shrugged off. (Conveniently, the God of Hatred and Wrath appears mostly in the "Old" Testament.) We downplay any rules or commandments as well as anything derogatory or condemning, and focus on tolerance and compassion. But sadly, I can't honestly claim that all who disagree with me are distorters of the Scripture (any more than I). They simply have different, yet comparatively valid interpretations of the Bible, influenced by their own preconceptions. The Bible is a very difficult book to try to live by, because it was never intended for that purpose. It's not a manual. It's got some teachings in there about how to live your life, but these teachings are generally cryptic, insufficient, contradictory, and/or addressing issues that are no longer relevant.
Furthermore, I'm not sure that I trust the Bible to have ever been "inspired by God" (meaning without errors), nor am I convinced that the Book I call the Bible contains all the stuff it should and none of the stuff it shouldn't. The cannon of Scripture was established hundreds of years after the alleged authors penned their original manuscripts. Even if we presuppose that the authors of our Bible were guided by God to write only what was doctrinally true (I don't know of any good way of verifying this theory, except to examine their historical accuracy and internal agreement, which in my opinion yields unsatisfactory results) I don't see any reason why we should assume that Augustine and friends were guided by God to include and exclude exactly what they should. It seems clear to me that God is not particularly interested in preserving these books in their original form, or in presenting any kind of clear and unified doctrine. So why should we assume that he guided these men to pick the right books?
Actually, in addition to our Bible, these men of dubious scholarship included the Apocrypha, which was officially considered to be the inspired word of God for the majority of Church history (300s-1500s). Either they were mistaken about what is scripture or we are, so don't try to tell me that God wouldn't allow "His Word" to contain large-scale errors. And anyway, the majority of humans who have ever lived never saw a Bible - with or without the Apocrypha. So why must we be the fortunate ones who get God's truth in a neat little package? Don't talk to me about what God would or wouldn't allow. We live in a free and peaceful nation - most of us have never known hunger or seen war. In this we are among the most fortunate people who have ever lived, and thus we have all kinds of irrational ideas about what God would and wouldn't allow. We figure he'd never let us die of hunger, or be enslaved or raped or tortured or wiped out by a plague or a nuke or a genocidal regime. Every one of these things have happened to people - Christian and non - in the past. Most are happening somewhere in the world as you read this, and will continue to happen for as long as this world lasts. More significantly (to the topic at hand) God allowed unknown generations of "Old Testament" Jews to live and die under the law, not to mention the rest of humanity at the time, who had no opportunity to even hear of the "one true god". For hundreds of years Europe was controlled by a corrupt Church hierarchy which oppressed the common people and twisted and manipulated Christianity to achieve wealth and power. The common people of this era were unable to read the Bible and mixed Christianity with superstition, and the rest of the world knew nothing of Jesus. Even today, various cults and spin-off religions add or subtract from the popular cannon of scripture, and thus millions are prevented from reading the Bible as we know it. (Not to mention that the majority of Western Christians will never read their Bible cover to cover, and few if any of our churches dare look honestly at every part of the Bible.) Throughout the world today many will never heard the name "Jesus", and billions of those who have know Christianity only as the driving force behind imperialism, materialism, oppression or immorality. The Jesus the world sees is tall and white, though more often the icon of Christianity is the Pope, a televangelist, or George W Bush. So tell me again why I must believe that my Bible is without significant theological errors.
There you go. That's my best attempt to (briefly) rip to sheds the credibility of the Bible. Why have I done this? A few reasons. First of all, this is the way my mind naturally works. I am suspicious of everything, and I can't accept the Bible without putting it to the test, nor can I shrug off what I find. It's important to mention that I am no scholar. (Well, I may technically be a scholar, depending on your definition.) As usual, my assertions are based on insufficient research and tainted by my own prejudices. I do not wish anything in this blog to be understood as "fact", but rather as my own opinions and beliefs.
So why would I, as a professing Christian who desires to mature in my knowledge and practice of Christ's teachings bring such accusations against the "Word of God"? Part of it is that I have a feeling most Christians have an dangerously inaccurate understanding of the credibility of their beliefs. The idea that Christianity is irrefutably true, and anyone who does not come to this conclusion is deceiving themselves seems to me to be totally without basis, and I suspect that most who hold this view simply haven't been exposed to good arguments against Christianity. (It would be presumptuous for me to think that I can personally reverse this, or that I am capable of presenting the most clear and compelling arguments against the Bible, but I can do my part.) I believe that many Christians feel threatened when their faith is persuasively questioned (as I once did) and I kind of hope we can get over that. There are problems with Christianity, and I believe that if we're going to be honest, we need to look them in the eye.
The other reason I do this is that I want to see if anyone can correct some of my beliefs, or at least, open my eyes to an alternative view. As I said, my research in these areas is pretty shallow, by some measures, and I don't doubt that some of you who have studied deeper have reached more accurate conclusions. And as a cynical person I am biased against this stuff, and I hope that your own biases, if shared, may enrich my thought. Think of me, if you wish, as Glaucon defending injustice to Socrates - not because he believed what he was saying, but because he wanted to hear Socrates defend justice in the most compelling way possible. (I'm sorry for my snobbish allusion to Plato. In my defense, I'm currently writing a paper on Plato's Retreat, so everything I think of reminds me of something from the book.) Ok, I'm quite done now. I welcome your comments.
[+/-] The Bible |
[+/-] I Am a Hypocrite |
Please watch this.
God damn it, children are slaughtered in our world, and we don't care. Genocide is carried out in our world. We don't care. It's true what they say in this trailer: "If people see this they say 'Oh my God, that's horrible.' Then they go on eating their dinners." That is what we do. That is what I do. I'm coming to a whole new understanding of the word hypocrite. How can I call myself a follower of Jesus Christ and not do something about this? I don't deserve to say the name of Jesus, I don't deserve to live, if I do not do something about this. People are dying, and I am consuming. That must change. Jesus Christ, I beg you, change me.
[+/-] Seeking the God of Jacob |
Some days I struggle heroically against the phrase "relationship with God". Other days I give up and go with it. Today is a day of the latter sort. I tell you this because I'm about to talk about my (ug) relationship with God, and I feel the need to apologize for this crime.
The thing about my relationship with God is that it's so different from any other relationship, because God is so incredibly different from anyone else with whom I relate. First of all - as anyone who reads this blog regularly should have drilled into their head by now - God has absolutely the world's worst communication skills. Which is my bitter, sarcastic way of saying he is silent and detatched. He doesn't tell me what he thinks, or how he feels, or what I'm doing wrong, or why he does what he does, or anything at all. In terms of two way communication, my relationship with God is on the same level as my relationship with William Shakespeare. At least with Will I have the excuse that he died before I was born. Which raises an interesting question... but I'll come back to that.
The second - perhaps the most significant - way in which my relationship with God is different is that He is God. Holy dang, that's crazy. I'm seeking (if indeed I am seeking) a relationship with God. The Lord. The one whose name is spelled in small caps in my Bible, the one whose personal pronouns are capitalized, the one who speaks in red ink. Get what I'm saying here?
These two points together make this relationship totally impossible. There is nothing I or any creature that ever lived can do to have a relationship with God if he is not willing to communicate. For this reason, several months ago I promised myself that I would stop seeking a relationship with God.
That's my mind speaking. I have a good mind - a mind that calculates and reasons and works things through. But I also have a heart - a heart that longs and yearns and desires. And for this reason, several days ago I broke my promise. I sought God.
I'm sorry, I need to interject here. I need to apologize, because as I write this I'm thinking about how to make it sound good, and how to convince you of stuff, and how I can maybe move you. This is my constant struggle - to know when to turn off writerman and just be as real as I possibly can. I don't want to manipulate you now, or push on you some kind of impression of God or myself. I hate that I feel sometimes like I'm taking God to court, and you're my jury. Like if I can convince you that God has wronged me somehow, he'll have to give me what I want. This is sick, but I can never totally overcome it. But I want to do my best here. I write this for myself as much as for you, to remind myself to keep my focus.
The other night my heart was longing for an encounter with God, and my head, which says this is stupid and counterproductive, conceded. And I cried out to God. I longed for him. I begged him to draw near to me. It makes me think of my favorite worship song, "Give us clean hands". It goes like this:
We bow our hearts, we bend our knees
O Spirit come make us humble
We turn our eyes from evil things
O Lord we cast down our idols
Give us clean hands give us pure hearts
Let us not lift our souls to another
Give us clean hands, give us pure hearts
Let us not lift our souls to another
O God let us be a generation that seeks
That seeks Your face, O God of Jacob
O God let us be a generation that seeks
That seeks Your face, O God of Jacob
This song is so powerful to me because it talks at the beginning about us doing the worshipy stuff - preparing our hearts and our bodies and turning our thoughts toward God. But then most of the song is this desperate plea for God to help us worship him. It acknowledges that we need God to help and guide and strengthen us, making us humble, washing our hands and our hearts, giving us the dedication and the strength to seek Him, and Him alone. This song rocks me. (Ya, and it's cool that it says "God of Jacob". Kind of personalizes it. Except of course that my real name isn't Jacob.)
So the other night I bowed my heart and bent my knees and begged God to draw near to me. I tried to come not on my own merit - my own humility or goodness - but with only a desperate need to encounter God, trusting him to do what I cannot to reconcile us. Shit, I hate that I'm writing this. Whatever I say, it's either bragging or whining or manipulating. It's selfish, because I don't know how it will affect some who will read it. (If any of this bothers you, I hope you'll talk to me about it, or to someone you trust.) And I feel like I should stop talking about this stuff, because my whole blog seems to be harping on this subject, and every attempt to get away from it has failed. Ok, let me try this again:
I'm discouraged and confused, because I really want to believe that there is a God who loves me and is near me. As much as I talk about being in a God-forsaken world, I can't just accept this analysis. I don't know if this is God's gift to me or if it's my greatest weakness, but I cannot truly forsake this hope that someday - even today - God will make himself known to me. (Please don't talk to me about heaven. I know about heaven, but it does me no good here and now. Unless you think I should kill myself.) I cannot forsake this hope, but neither can I embrace it. I live in limbo between hope and apostasy. Every now and then, the hope wins out and I fling myself at Gods feet again, trusting him, begging him once more. But with no result. And this is where I get depressed. The familiar hopeless fury hit me yesterday. But I decided I didn't want to do this phase in my cycle. I need to feel like I'm making progress somewhere.
I think about the people who will read this. I suppose that's you. There are two camps on this God-seeking issue: there are those that tell me to go for it, keep seeking, don't give up, and then there are those that say this is hopeless, a waste of my time and energy, and will only ever drag me down. I've tried to believe both, at one time or another, but I can never make it stick. As long as God turns me down, I will never be able to fully believe that he wants a relationship with me, and as long as I have this desire, I will never be able to fully believe that he will not fulfill it.
You know what drives me crazy? I've told you before, but it's gnawing at me, so I'll tell you again. What really drives me crazy is that it's my fault. Why is Jacob angry with God? Because he is imperfect. If I feel wronged by God, it's my fault. I want so badly to scream at Him, to tear a strip off God for this shit he puts me through, but I can't. I can't. Every time I try, the words die in my throat. I can never bring myself to really yell at God because I know that he is by definition good and just and loving, and everything he does to me is for my own good, and if there's anything that's truly wrong between us, it's my fault. Which leaves me with this maddening rage that I cannot release. And anyway, how can I be angry with someone who may not exist? The other thing is that whatever my problem is, he know it. He knows what prevents me from either having the relationship with him that I desire, or from killing that desire. He knows, but he won't tell me. He won't even tell those people he apparently speaks to, so that they can tell me. See, this is the part where I want to say "God is a jerk and I hate him", but I can't.
I think I've given up all hope of making this into a coherent, focused entry. But that's ok. I'll just keep jumping around. Next point: I'm trying to finally think through what it is I want from God. What am I actually asking when I pray that he would "meet with me", or a thousand other phrases? If I say I'm seeking a real relationship with God, what do I mean? I think what I'm looking for is an interaction - a divine parallel to the kinds of things that my friends do for me. Things like talking with me, showing that they're interested in me by looking into my eyes, showing their delight in me by smiling at me, or giving me a physical sense of their nearness by touching me. I think I want something like this with God. But as always, my desire is more complicated then that. I think part of it is just wanting assurance that I'm right to believe that God exists. Not that it would allow me to go out and convince people of his existence (I'm not really into that) but it would be nice to know for myself that there is a God out there who knows me and loves me and hears me. And then I think there's part of me that just wants a cool experience - something like being knocked to the floor, or seeing a flame above my head, or feeling some kind of crazy sensation. I don't do drugs, but I want to get high on something, so I go to God and ask him to give me a fix - to stimulate my senses in some amazing way.
Again, I don't know if it's right or profitable for me to seek this - that why it ruins me to think about it. Whether I'm feeding or fighting this urge I feel guilty, as if both are somehow shameful or wrong. There's no rest from this struggle. It's an ache that won't go away. I'm trying to remember how I was doing a few days ago, before this happened. Was I happy then? Was I doing the things God wants me too? Maybe. I think I though I was, for the most part. I can't remember. I can never remember emotions.
Where do I go from here? I really don't want to fall back into darkness, like I was in the summer. I don't want to be depressed again. But what can I do? I can't not care about this, and I can't do anything about it. What's the point of fighting the depression? I'll only be fooling myself, drugging myself, pretending to myself that it's all ok.
I hate this kind of existence. I hate always wondering if I'm lying to myself. I hate never knowing when I'm real. I hate this nagging suspicion that I've never been real.
God, if you exist, deliver me from this.
[+/-] Prayer and the Art of Midterm Writing |
"Why did you choose to love a God? I think you'll find the romance... one-sided."
I threw that quote in because I liked it when I first heard it, but I couldn't find it until now. It's from the movie Troy. And now on a completely different note:
I wrote a Philosophy midterm recently - an in-class essay. we've been reading through Plato's Republic, so the assignment was to write about one of the theories presented so far. He gave us the list of topics a week before the test. I started thinking about it at maybe 10 or 11 the night before. I soon realized that I knew nothing about most of the subject options, because of course I am way behind on my reading. So I decided that I would tackle Glaucon's theory of the nature of justice, because that's right near the start of the book. Then I realized that I had no idea how to defend or attack this theory.
It was late in the evening and I was sitting on my bed feeling stupid and worthless, trying to find something in Glaucon's argument that could be disagreed with. Soon I started thinking about how I'd gotten 42% on my Political Science midterm last week (to this day I don't know why, though I plan to talk to my prof about it) and how I was probably just really dumb or something, and how I'd flunk out of College and have to work on an assembly line at the dessert factory for the rest of my life. I wasn't actually thinking all of that, but I was feeling pretty bad about the whole thing. So I did something I usually try to avoid doing. I prayed. I prayed that God would grant me some kind of incredible philosophical knowledge so that I'd be able to find something to say about friggen Glaucon and his theory and that I'd get a good mark on my exam. I really try not to pray for marks in school, because it feels like I'm turning God into a vending machine, but in times like this I have no other choice. So I prayed. Then I went to bed.
In the morning I got up and started thinking about Glaucon. Within about 10 minutes of mulling I had my argument. It was all so simple. I don't know why I couldn't get it last night. In fact, I really don't know why Plato didn't think of this. (Probably because there's some glaring logical flaw I can't see.) I went to school and wrote my paper and I felt good about it. I got it back today and he gave me a 90 for it. So that's cool. (I mean, he didn't say "Holy shit, you've solved one of the great philosophical problems that has plagued philosophers for the last 2000 years!" but I got a good mark.) Which leave me with one problem: I think God may have just answered a prayer. I mean, it's like just about any answered prayer in that it seemed kind of silly and obvious once I saw it, and there's maybe even odds that I just thought it through on my own, but I did come humbly before God and ask him to help me out. So I think I might be stuck with an answered prayer. At least, I should probably give Him the benefit of the doubt.
God is so confusing - did you notice that? Maybe this is supposed to be a faith building thing, so that I'll realize that God can and will do this one really huge thing that I'm asking him. Maybe it's an encouragement that I'm not stupid at school. Maybe it's just a random answer to prayer for no reason I'll ever know. Or maybe I'm a smart boy and I figured it all out by myself, and God had nothing to do with it.
I'm reading Fresh Wind, Fresh Fire again, because I'm thinking about prayer. It's so weird. First of all, Jim Cymbala sounds a bit conservative to me now, and it's weird to think that God's working powerfully through his ministry. But more significantly, he prays and stuff happens. Bi-ZARRE. I can just hear my Bible School teachers: "there are two viewpoints on this book: descriptive and prescriptive. Scholars are divided over whether this is meant to be a model for our churches here and now, or whether it's simply the way God related to a certain group long ago in a land far away."
People tell me to test God out on this prayer thing. They tell me I should find something and pray about it and believe it will happen, and God will come through. Which sounds like spiritual suicide, but I've decided to do it. I've found something that I care about and I've decided to pray hardcore that it will happen and try my best to believe. This is scary because of the huge risk involved. I guess I'm betting the farm on this one - if it doesn't work out my faith will probably be crushed. But as some guy named Arthur C. Clark once said: A faith that cannot survive collision with the truth is not worth many regrets.
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