Wow! It has been a long time since I posted to this thing! I almost forgot that I even had it....but now that it is fresh in my memory again I need to make a habit of starting to repost some things on here.
What made the blog reappear fresh in my mind is that I was looking for any and all platforms to announce the birth of my niece Elliott Kay Winstead, born November 23 @ 1:44 pm. Weighing in at a smooth 8lbs 8 oz Elliott Kay will be the second child of my only sibling Jessica Winstead and her husband Mike Winstead.
Congratulations!!
Peace,
C
Sunday, November 25, 2007
Tuesday, October 2, 2007
A Challenging Read
Today I finished a recommended reading we have in my OT101 class titled "Reason in the Balance: The Case Against Naturalism in Science, Law & Education" by Phillip E. Johnson. Johnson, a Harvard Law graduate, clerk for the Supreme Court, and 30+ year law professor at Berkeley basically brings to light how postmodern thought assumes naturalism is "true." The result is that public education and especially higher education are controlled by "evolutionary fundamentalism" which asserts that "of course" the world runs on only naturalistic principles and, thus, any theistic arguments are seen as outdated at best - bigoted, ignorant, and mindless at worst.
Johnson, a Christian and expert in Law and Science, first criticizes the enormous assumptions made by evolutionary biologists. This portion of the book was old news to me. Evolution - when examined critically - does not provide sufficient evidence for origins and most thoughtful scientist will tell you the same thing. If you find that sentence startling then it is probably because you have taken on "blind faith" what has been fundamentally shoved down your throat in postmodern media, education, and morality by the "experts" who hold the keys to the "truth." Sounds like medieval Catholicism in reverse. I challenge those reading this (out of the maybe two who actually do) who hold to a naturalistic philosophy to read this book. All your favorites - Dawkins, Sagan, Hawkings - will be among those whose work is critiqued.
What Johnson does not aim to do (thankfully) is say "Literal 6-Day Creation" is right and "Evolution" is wrong per se, but that evolution - a theory in and of itself with considerable holes - is taken as "the way things are" when approaching law, science, morality, and ultimate reality in postmodern America. Johnson is certainly not "anti-science." His goal is to level the playing field so that people who hold a theistic viewpoint in intellectual circles - and there are many - may freely offer up alternative viewpoints without be marginalized as "religious kooks" or "rabid fundamentalists." Indeed, a fundamentalist is someone that is not even open to another viewpoint because his way is, of course, the way things really are. For as many as can be found in the Christian tradition I can think of none any worse than many holding to a Darwinian claim of origins amongst the scientific elite. Ironically, there is as much if not more objective evidence for the Resurrection as for any significant origins of complex organs and new emerging organisms (macroevolution) in the fossil record.
Evolution debunking aside, the part of the book that was the most fascinating was the bit about law and morality. Since naturalism assumes that 1.) Life is a series of random, purposeless processes and 2). God is a product of pre-scientific evolutionary thought (i.e. an idea of the mind), then morals and values are completely subjective and any claim to an external standard of morality is outdated and irrelevant. The implications of this are enormous and Johnson succinctly outlines them throughout the book. An easy (and forgive me, cliched) example is someone like Hitler, whose value system assumed Jews to be inferior and thus called for their extermination. He was doing the Earth a great service in his own eyes. It would be difficult for someone with a naturalistic worldview to say what he did was "wrong" because on what do you measure the standard of "right?" Depends on what crowd you run with. Hitler's decision was based on nothing but neutral biochemical reactions in the brain. How can anyone hold him responsible when there is only collective subjective value systems to hold him accountable against?
Johnson, who is insanely more intelligent than myself, puts these arguments together with a flow that answers objections as they surface in the readers mind. My commentary above certainly does the book no justice, so if you have time, pick up a copy. If anything it will bring forth in vivid detail the culture war that entails America and what's at stake.
Peace.
Johnson, a Christian and expert in Law and Science, first criticizes the enormous assumptions made by evolutionary biologists. This portion of the book was old news to me. Evolution - when examined critically - does not provide sufficient evidence for origins and most thoughtful scientist will tell you the same thing. If you find that sentence startling then it is probably because you have taken on "blind faith" what has been fundamentally shoved down your throat in postmodern media, education, and morality by the "experts" who hold the keys to the "truth." Sounds like medieval Catholicism in reverse. I challenge those reading this (out of the maybe two who actually do) who hold to a naturalistic philosophy to read this book. All your favorites - Dawkins, Sagan, Hawkings - will be among those whose work is critiqued.
What Johnson does not aim to do (thankfully) is say "Literal 6-Day Creation" is right and "Evolution" is wrong per se, but that evolution - a theory in and of itself with considerable holes - is taken as "the way things are" when approaching law, science, morality, and ultimate reality in postmodern America. Johnson is certainly not "anti-science." His goal is to level the playing field so that people who hold a theistic viewpoint in intellectual circles - and there are many - may freely offer up alternative viewpoints without be marginalized as "religious kooks" or "rabid fundamentalists." Indeed, a fundamentalist is someone that is not even open to another viewpoint because his way is, of course, the way things really are. For as many as can be found in the Christian tradition I can think of none any worse than many holding to a Darwinian claim of origins amongst the scientific elite. Ironically, there is as much if not more objective evidence for the Resurrection as for any significant origins of complex organs and new emerging organisms (macroevolution) in the fossil record.
Evolution debunking aside, the part of the book that was the most fascinating was the bit about law and morality. Since naturalism assumes that 1.) Life is a series of random, purposeless processes and 2). God is a product of pre-scientific evolutionary thought (i.e. an idea of the mind), then morals and values are completely subjective and any claim to an external standard of morality is outdated and irrelevant. The implications of this are enormous and Johnson succinctly outlines them throughout the book. An easy (and forgive me, cliched) example is someone like Hitler, whose value system assumed Jews to be inferior and thus called for their extermination. He was doing the Earth a great service in his own eyes. It would be difficult for someone with a naturalistic worldview to say what he did was "wrong" because on what do you measure the standard of "right?" Depends on what crowd you run with. Hitler's decision was based on nothing but neutral biochemical reactions in the brain. How can anyone hold him responsible when there is only collective subjective value systems to hold him accountable against?
Johnson, who is insanely more intelligent than myself, puts these arguments together with a flow that answers objections as they surface in the readers mind. My commentary above certainly does the book no justice, so if you have time, pick up a copy. If anything it will bring forth in vivid detail the culture war that entails America and what's at stake.
Peace.
Saturday, September 15, 2007
School firin' up and other tidbits of no interest.......
So next week (Sept 19) the fall quarter will be firing up at Bethel. I am stupid excited about this quarter. I am taking OT101 (Genesis - Ruth) and NT 103 (Hebrews - Revelation). I just re-read that sentence and realized that I'm taking the first 8 and last 9 books of the Bible. Kinda like watching the first half of Star Wars I: The Phantom Menace and then bustin' out Return of the Jedi at the Ewok battle on Endor. Should be interesting AND should hopefully provide more fodder for this here blog. Given the title is "I-am-not-my-own" I am trying to keep it as non-narcissistic as an arrogant, sinful bastard like myself can and there ain't much happenin' right now that ain't all about ME. Hopefully when I get into class I'll have some God inspired things to write and not a bunch of "look how neat Cory is" stuff to write. But we'll see - I tend to think I'm pretty neat.
One thing that is also firin' up is the new curriculum for the high school ministry at my church. We are doing small groups and I will be helping out with the freshman. Won't lie - I'm terrified. Anytime I have to like really care about something other than me it is always horrifying. Especially when the thing I have to care about is a bunch of punk high school kids you can't relate to. Two things I've learned thus far about working with high school kids: 1. Most of them are smarter than me. 2. I have no idea and care nothing for the things they are into. Hey, worst case scenario they march me onto the stage and say "Read your Bible so you don't end up like that guy." Somehow God will make it work.
Since I've nothing else mind-blowing to say I will leave you with this. Yesterday my old roomie Troy, myself, and a few other friends went for a downhill mountain bike ride out east. Coming around a corner on my bike I nearly put my foot on about a 4 to 5 foot rattlesnake coiled up and catching the afternoon sun. After my heart rate dropped from 300 bpm I stopped to look at the thing. It was freakin' awesome - never made a sound. Then, as we made our way farther down the mountain and started to climb out of the the valley towards the end of the trail, I came around a corner and nearly ran over ANOTHER rattlesnake that was strewn across the trail. Snakes freaking fascinate me so I was stoked. I was also stoked neither one of them fastened itself to my bare leg. The stoke factor from an event like that would probably fall considerably. But anyway, it was cool and now I'm going to bed.
One thing that is also firin' up is the new curriculum for the high school ministry at my church. We are doing small groups and I will be helping out with the freshman. Won't lie - I'm terrified. Anytime I have to like really care about something other than me it is always horrifying. Especially when the thing I have to care about is a bunch of punk high school kids you can't relate to. Two things I've learned thus far about working with high school kids: 1. Most of them are smarter than me. 2. I have no idea and care nothing for the things they are into. Hey, worst case scenario they march me onto the stage and say "Read your Bible so you don't end up like that guy." Somehow God will make it work.
Since I've nothing else mind-blowing to say I will leave you with this. Yesterday my old roomie Troy, myself, and a few other friends went for a downhill mountain bike ride out east. Coming around a corner on my bike I nearly put my foot on about a 4 to 5 foot rattlesnake coiled up and catching the afternoon sun. After my heart rate dropped from 300 bpm I stopped to look at the thing. It was freakin' awesome - never made a sound. Then, as we made our way farther down the mountain and started to climb out of the the valley towards the end of the trail, I came around a corner and nearly ran over ANOTHER rattlesnake that was strewn across the trail. Snakes freaking fascinate me so I was stoked. I was also stoked neither one of them fastened itself to my bare leg. The stoke factor from an event like that would probably fall considerably. But anyway, it was cool and now I'm going to bed.
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
Chimin' in on a Good Day.
As crazy as I am sometimes my life actually runs pretty normal. Take today for example. Work was boring but functional (it lets me go to school at night). I came home and ran about 5 miles with the roomies, and then shot over to the ocean for a sunset surf session.
The surf is stupid big right now - at least for a novice like myself. We seem to be getting some sort of storm surge that is sending in the biggies. They are about the size of waves we only get in the winter. I dropped in on a few tonight but one of them OWNED me and I got rolled something fierce. The amount of water coming in behind them was pretty intense. I only ended up with a little cut on my shin from something - not sure what. In any case we caught a good sunset, the water was warm, and I threw down a couple of big waves. Good, good evening. Thank God.
The surf is stupid big right now - at least for a novice like myself. We seem to be getting some sort of storm surge that is sending in the biggies. They are about the size of waves we only get in the winter. I dropped in on a few tonight but one of them OWNED me and I got rolled something fierce. The amount of water coming in behind them was pretty intense. I only ended up with a little cut on my shin from something - not sure what. In any case we caught a good sunset, the water was warm, and I threw down a couple of big waves. Good, good evening. Thank God.
Sunday, August 19, 2007
What is life but Israel?
My buddy Brett (remember him; chocolate milk?) did a talk today at our church about "wrestling with God" and our need to surrender fully. The talk was good but one thing I learned, and why I did not know this already is beyond me, is that the word "Israel" literally means, "wrestling with God."
For further information I went to an etymology website and this is what I found:
O.E., "the Jewish people," from L. Israel, from Gk., from Heb. yisra'el "he that striveth with God" (Gen. xxxii.28), symbolic proper name conferred on Jacob and extended to his descendants, from sara "he fought, contended" + El "God."
As my mind swallowed up this concept I began to apply it to man's continual search for meaning. After chewing on the idea for several minutes I arrived at the following thought - what the hell is life except a constant wrestling with God?
Philosophers, theologians, scientists - it does not matter - humanity as a whole throughout history has wrestled with the idea of the divine, the holy, the unknowable. Interesting then that a people to literally be set apart as God's chosen would be given a name with such a meaning as to encourage or predict this very struggle.
Now I certainly could be accused here of over thinking (who, me?) this whole situation. Indeed, the reason this name was given may ONLY be because of Jacob's little WWF match with the angel from which the name is derived. But why would God choose a name for an entire people - who would eventually influence the entire planet - with a name whose significance does not extend beyond the one incident that produced it?
I fully believe God encourages the struggle until we are finally left with no choice but full acceptance and surrender. It reminds me of the old adage "It's better to wave and angry fist at God than to ignore Him completely." It is within this context that I believe the searching and honest atheist is in a more enviable position than the person who has written off God, or the possibility of God, completely.
The name itself brings about a certain comfort that the wrestling we do with God in our minds and hearts He already foreknew, and that there is really nothing wrong with it. Interesting even more is that from the nation who bears the very name and legitimizes the struggle we all share would eventually come the only One who can lay the struggle to rest.....
For further information I went to an etymology website and this is what I found:
O.E., "the Jewish people," from L. Israel, from Gk., from Heb. yisra'el "he that striveth with God" (Gen. xxxii.28), symbolic proper name conferred on Jacob and extended to his descendants, from sara "he fought, contended" + El "God."
As my mind swallowed up this concept I began to apply it to man's continual search for meaning. After chewing on the idea for several minutes I arrived at the following thought - what the hell is life except a constant wrestling with God?
Philosophers, theologians, scientists - it does not matter - humanity as a whole throughout history has wrestled with the idea of the divine, the holy, the unknowable. Interesting then that a people to literally be set apart as God's chosen would be given a name with such a meaning as to encourage or predict this very struggle.
Now I certainly could be accused here of over thinking (who, me?) this whole situation. Indeed, the reason this name was given may ONLY be because of Jacob's little WWF match with the angel from which the name is derived. But why would God choose a name for an entire people - who would eventually influence the entire planet - with a name whose significance does not extend beyond the one incident that produced it?
I fully believe God encourages the struggle until we are finally left with no choice but full acceptance and surrender. It reminds me of the old adage "It's better to wave and angry fist at God than to ignore Him completely." It is within this context that I believe the searching and honest atheist is in a more enviable position than the person who has written off God, or the possibility of God, completely.
The name itself brings about a certain comfort that the wrestling we do with God in our minds and hearts He already foreknew, and that there is really nothing wrong with it. Interesting even more is that from the nation who bears the very name and legitimizes the struggle we all share would eventually come the only One who can lay the struggle to rest.....
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Quantum Physics vs. Doing the Dishes
I often find the ironies that are "me" to be quite humorous - although always in retrospect to discovering them. That's because to discover ironies about yourself you usually have to have a bit of truth served to you on a silver platter, and that is never fun in the moment. I liken it to someone at the office pointing out that your fly has been down half the day while everyone laughs at you. A few weeks later it is funny, but at the moment you want to stick your head in a microwave.
Such was the case a few days after my last post when I was listening to Chuck Swindoll on my morning commute. His whole schpleel was on humility and servant hood and the simple messages Christ had for the people he taught. You know the deal, some of the disciples rolled up on Jesus and wanted to know how to be "great" and get their own glory. Sounds like some crap I would pull. Of course Jesus being Jesus never gives them the answer they want to hear, but instead tells them that whoever wants to be the greatest must become "slave of all" and that he himself "did not come to be served, but to serve, and to give his life a ransom for many."
I applied this logic to my own state of spiritual development and the results were not too pretty. The reason is because while I'm off on a cliff somewhere trying to cognitively decipher the mysteries of God and the universe, the simple truths of God are piling up in the sink or in the trash can for my roommates to clean up. It seems that in trying to decipher God from these high points of knowledge I'm actually working in reverse, especially when you consider the following passage:
"Your attitude should be the same as that of Christ Jesus: Who, being in very nature God, did not consider equality with God something to be grasped, but made himself nothing, taking the very nature of a servant, being made in human likeness. And being found in appearance as a man, he humbled himself, and became obedient to death - even death on a cross!" - Philippians 2:5-8
This often brings to my mind a cartoonish scene of all the greatest scientific and philosophical minds in the world being at a convention. Some have grossly oversized foreheads, others have wild Einstein like hair, and the discussions range from quantum physics and multiple universe theory, to Freudian psychology and Nietzsche-like philosophy. And the entire time, while the greatest minds ponder questions of origins, God's existence, and the future of mankind, God himself has been amongst them bussing tables, giving shoe shines, and cleaning up the bathroom.
It was with this simple truth that ol' Chuck leveled me good. It is only now, as with my "fly down" example, that the sting is wearing off enough to finally giggle about it. But enough of my rambling; I've got dishes to do.
Such was the case a few days after my last post when I was listening to Chuck Swindoll on my morning commute. His whole schpleel was on humility and servant hood and the simple messages Christ had for the people he taught. You know the deal, some of the disciples rolled up on Jesus and wanted to know how to be "great" and get their own glory. Sounds like some crap I would pull. Of course Jesus being Jesus never gives them the answer they want to hear, but instead tells them that whoever wants to be the greatest must become "slave of all" and that he himself "did not come to be served, but to serve, and to give his life a ransom for many."
I applied this logic to my own state of spiritual development and the results were not too pretty. The reason is because while I'm off on a cliff somewhere trying to cognitively decipher the mysteries of God and the universe, the simple truths of God are piling up in the sink or in the trash can for my roommates to clean up. It seems that in trying to decipher God from these high points of knowledge I'm actually working in reverse, especially when you consider the following passage:
"Your attitude should be the same as that of Christ Jesus: Who, being in very nature God, did not consider equality with God something to be grasped, but made himself nothing, taking the very nature of a servant, being made in human likeness. And being found in appearance as a man, he humbled himself, and became obedient to death - even death on a cross!" - Philippians 2:5-8
This often brings to my mind a cartoonish scene of all the greatest scientific and philosophical minds in the world being at a convention. Some have grossly oversized foreheads, others have wild Einstein like hair, and the discussions range from quantum physics and multiple universe theory, to Freudian psychology and Nietzsche-like philosophy. And the entire time, while the greatest minds ponder questions of origins, God's existence, and the future of mankind, God himself has been amongst them bussing tables, giving shoe shines, and cleaning up the bathroom.
It was with this simple truth that ol' Chuck leveled me good. It is only now, as with my "fly down" example, that the sting is wearing off enough to finally giggle about it. But enough of my rambling; I've got dishes to do.
Wednesday, August 8, 2007
I am not my own.
I am sitting in front of my computer trying to cram for an Old Testament class that I procrastinated for and am coming off about a 3 day bender of complete borderline atheistic conversion. I'm really on the atheism kick right now, with the popularity of books such as "The God Delusion" by Richard Dawkins and "Letter to a Christian Nation" by Sam Harris. Couple in the fact that I believe in an old Earth and not the literal story of Genesis, you'd think I would make the jump....and I about did.
This led, as it inevitably does, to a flat out war with God (or a delusion of my mind) yesterday. Now a misconception of non-Christians (and some actual Christians) is that coversations with God have to be fruify and lame and full of "pleasantries." Well, if you were in my truck yesterday you'd think I was yelling at some punk kid who cut me off at the last minute exiting on Garnet by crossing 6 lanes of traffic. This was pure honesty. I will admit that the F-word surfaced more than once and I made some pretty harsh demands of God. He needed to become real to me in a big way. Soon. Or that was it. I was jumping on the evolutionary train that is beginning to dominate Western thinking and not coming back. I mean why is it not a legitimate worldview? The best genes win out, get the girls, pop out the babies, start the cycle again and again and eventually lead to........? What difference does it make?
As I got home yesterday after making these demands I busted out a bowl of Lucky Charms to drown my sorrows when I got a text message from my buddy Brett to see if I wanted to hang out. I told him I needed to study (which I did) but that I could swing by for awhile. After a stroll around Lake Murray with Brett, wife, and baby (his not mine) we made our way back to his house for homemade enchiladas. We hashed it out real good about evolutionary theory, atheism, religions, Genesis, and Jesus all over some of the best chocolate milk I've ever experienced. Seriously, he uses the powder which I've always been skeptical of (I'm a syrup guy) and I have to tell you, it was amazng....but I digress. We both had great points, but in hashing it out my angry demands of God were met. This meeting of the minds couldn't have been scripted any more perfectly. Brett hadn't text messaged me in weeks, let alone about hanging out, let alone just minutes after I had demanded God move in my life. Coincidence? Perhaps, but not with chocolate milk of that caliber on top of it all. This was supernatural movement.
Now to my main thoughts here, which are difficult to express in words. Amidst a peace today that I have not experienced in a long time and amidst studying the books of wisdom in the Bible, I've been shown several truths to which you may agree or disagree, and that's fine. Number one, God is relational and he has been throughout history. He lives in a realm of relational experience that cannot be defined by stepping out into the analytical realm of worldview, nor can it be explained by those who have never experienced the realtionship themselves. Objective truth does exist in the Bible, to be sure, and keeps rational people out of cults. The relational truth only exists, however, when you've undoubtedly experienced the hand of God move in your life. It seems that through this relational experience that wisdom is gained and not through pure intellectual analysis. The realm of wisdom isn't much defined by science and exists whether the material universe ever existed or not. As Arnold and Beyer put it in my OT textbook, "Wisdom belongs ultimately to God, and all human attempts to grasp it or contain it are doomed to failure."
My second thought relates to the very title of this blog, and that is that I do not belong to myself - and this is true of either worldview. Evolutionarily speaking, I belong to the environment that created me, since it was the fundamental elements of all matter that make up my physical body, and these same elements that sustain my physical life. In this sense I belong to the Earth. In a Biblical worldview, I am not my own willfully. I belong to God and am a tool, free of identity, that owns nothing and therefore should strive for nothing outside of whatever higher purpose God has. I've never cared less than tonight about a big house, lots of money, triathlon trophies, or anything else....and that translates to freedom. It is HIStory to begin with, and my self-will is only getting in HISway.
This brings me to my final point, albeit a controversial one. Atheism is necessary, and I respect it. It is as vital to God's ultimate purpose as anything else. Richard Dawkins and Sam Harris have sparked considerable debate in this country, which is exactly what the higher purpose may be, because it turns eyes towards God, or the possibility thereof or therenot. It reminds me of Paul's letter to the Phillipians where he pens, "It is true that some preach Christ out of envy and rivalry, but others out of goodwill. The latter do so in love, knowing that I am put here for the defense of the gospel. The former preach Christ out of selfish ambition, not sincerely, supposing that they can stir up trouble for me while I am in chains. But what does it matter? The important thing is that in every way, whether from false motives or true, Christ is preached. And because of this I rejoice." Indeed, the same could be said about the "God Delusion" or "Letter to a Christian Nation." What difference does it make the "how," in every way the debate is bringing eyes toward God.
Anyway, that is enough of my rambling. What I'm trying to say is difficult to express in words and I'm sure I've not done it justice here. At the end of the day, though, I'm glad my own "God Delusion" allowed for my buddy to call at the right time, answer my immediate demand for revelation, and allow for one of the most peaceful and enlightening evenings in the recent history of my life. Thank you, Lord delusion. And thank you, Brett, for the chocolate milk.
This led, as it inevitably does, to a flat out war with God (or a delusion of my mind) yesterday. Now a misconception of non-Christians (and some actual Christians) is that coversations with God have to be fruify and lame and full of "pleasantries." Well, if you were in my truck yesterday you'd think I was yelling at some punk kid who cut me off at the last minute exiting on Garnet by crossing 6 lanes of traffic. This was pure honesty. I will admit that the F-word surfaced more than once and I made some pretty harsh demands of God. He needed to become real to me in a big way. Soon. Or that was it. I was jumping on the evolutionary train that is beginning to dominate Western thinking and not coming back. I mean why is it not a legitimate worldview? The best genes win out, get the girls, pop out the babies, start the cycle again and again and eventually lead to........? What difference does it make?
As I got home yesterday after making these demands I busted out a bowl of Lucky Charms to drown my sorrows when I got a text message from my buddy Brett to see if I wanted to hang out. I told him I needed to study (which I did) but that I could swing by for awhile. After a stroll around Lake Murray with Brett, wife, and baby (his not mine) we made our way back to his house for homemade enchiladas. We hashed it out real good about evolutionary theory, atheism, religions, Genesis, and Jesus all over some of the best chocolate milk I've ever experienced. Seriously, he uses the powder which I've always been skeptical of (I'm a syrup guy) and I have to tell you, it was amazng....but I digress. We both had great points, but in hashing it out my angry demands of God were met. This meeting of the minds couldn't have been scripted any more perfectly. Brett hadn't text messaged me in weeks, let alone about hanging out, let alone just minutes after I had demanded God move in my life. Coincidence? Perhaps, but not with chocolate milk of that caliber on top of it all. This was supernatural movement.
Now to my main thoughts here, which are difficult to express in words. Amidst a peace today that I have not experienced in a long time and amidst studying the books of wisdom in the Bible, I've been shown several truths to which you may agree or disagree, and that's fine. Number one, God is relational and he has been throughout history. He lives in a realm of relational experience that cannot be defined by stepping out into the analytical realm of worldview, nor can it be explained by those who have never experienced the realtionship themselves. Objective truth does exist in the Bible, to be sure, and keeps rational people out of cults. The relational truth only exists, however, when you've undoubtedly experienced the hand of God move in your life. It seems that through this relational experience that wisdom is gained and not through pure intellectual analysis. The realm of wisdom isn't much defined by science and exists whether the material universe ever existed or not. As Arnold and Beyer put it in my OT textbook, "Wisdom belongs ultimately to God, and all human attempts to grasp it or contain it are doomed to failure."
My second thought relates to the very title of this blog, and that is that I do not belong to myself - and this is true of either worldview. Evolutionarily speaking, I belong to the environment that created me, since it was the fundamental elements of all matter that make up my physical body, and these same elements that sustain my physical life. In this sense I belong to the Earth. In a Biblical worldview, I am not my own willfully. I belong to God and am a tool, free of identity, that owns nothing and therefore should strive for nothing outside of whatever higher purpose God has. I've never cared less than tonight about a big house, lots of money, triathlon trophies, or anything else....and that translates to freedom. It is HIStory to begin with, and my self-will is only getting in HISway.
This brings me to my final point, albeit a controversial one. Atheism is necessary, and I respect it. It is as vital to God's ultimate purpose as anything else. Richard Dawkins and Sam Harris have sparked considerable debate in this country, which is exactly what the higher purpose may be, because it turns eyes towards God, or the possibility thereof or therenot. It reminds me of Paul's letter to the Phillipians where he pens, "It is true that some preach Christ out of envy and rivalry, but others out of goodwill. The latter do so in love, knowing that I am put here for the defense of the gospel. The former preach Christ out of selfish ambition, not sincerely, supposing that they can stir up trouble for me while I am in chains. But what does it matter? The important thing is that in every way, whether from false motives or true, Christ is preached. And because of this I rejoice." Indeed, the same could be said about the "God Delusion" or "Letter to a Christian Nation." What difference does it make the "how," in every way the debate is bringing eyes toward God.
Anyway, that is enough of my rambling. What I'm trying to say is difficult to express in words and I'm sure I've not done it justice here. At the end of the day, though, I'm glad my own "God Delusion" allowed for my buddy to call at the right time, answer my immediate demand for revelation, and allow for one of the most peaceful and enlightening evenings in the recent history of my life. Thank you, Lord delusion. And thank you, Brett, for the chocolate milk.
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