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Science & faith revisited

My friend Mike recently linked here, to 2 extended video clips of four of the top “New Atheists,” Daniel Dennett, Christopher Hitchens, Sam Harris, and Richard Dawkins, discussing the interplay of the “New Atheism” and religion (mainly Christianity) as well as the criticism that has been leveled against them that they are rude and offensive. I’ve only had time to watch the first video, and I found it very interesting; if you have an hour or two to kill, I think it’s worth hearing what these guys have to say.

Now, I don’t say this because I think what they had to say has any merit. On the contrary, I found them all incredibly naive when it comes to religion, and this is one of the things which I find so interesting, and even surprising. These are four very intelligent individuals, yet they really don’t “get” the concept of what it is that they are railing against. I could understand it if they would say, “I really don’t understand this” or “I think I understand what you are saying, but I can’t come to the same conclusions.” However, they appear to have become foolish in their attempts to be intelligent, and perhaps have become unaware of what they do not understand.

Another interesting thing about the discussion is that you can see the differences in their beliefs (or non-beliefs). Hitchens seems to have the most understanding of religion – he just doesn’t like it. One reason why I like him is that he tries to be even-handed, and at times corrects the misstatements of the others. Dawkins still strikes me as someone who is perhaps just foolish. He has apparently tossed aside the need for logic or reason in dealing with the issue of religion, and is quite happy believing whatever he wants about what Christians believe; he has judged religion as loony, and beneath any sort of honest evaluation. Harris simply seems out out of his league, and Dennett seems content to play the grumpy philosopher. But, watch the clips and judge for yourselves. Each has some interesting things to say, and occasionally they do have some valid complaints.

In contrast to this is another discussion, between Anthony Bloom, who was a Russian Orthodox Archbishop, and atheist novelist and critic Marghanita Laski, which is found in Anthony Bloom’s book God and Man, where it is found as chapter 1, entitled The Atheist and the Archbishop. The discussion was televised in July of 1971 for the BBC. Bloom (1914 – 2003) was a Russian who was educated in Paris as a scientist and became a physician prior to becoming an Orthodox monk. He later served as the Archbishop (Metropolitan) of England & Ireland. Laski (1915-1988) was a professed atheist who, like our esteemed New Atheists, was intrigued by religion – although she was not nearly as offended by it as the aforementioned four. The Bloom-Laski discussion is, among other things, much more respectful than what I often see today in similar discussions.

Laski is an atheist of a different sort than our contemporary quadriad, who would probably toss out many of her thoughts as archaic. In response to a question by Bloom about what she thinks about the experiences and assertions of the millions who would say they are certain there is a God, Laski replies, “You lead me to the besetting sin of the atheist which is arrogance, so I think I have to say I don’t know.” She also acknowledges that atheism, as a lack of something rather than having something, is certainly lacking:

… since the Renaissance for instance, it’s been all too sadly apparent that in all the arts there has been no inspiration comparable with the inspiration that religion gave. There have been no words for secular music that compare with the music of a Mass. I certainly think that belief in God and the religions that arose from belief in God did give a shaping and a pattern to life for which I can see co conceivable substitute and to that extent I would certainly grant to you that my life is poorer than that of a believer.

She then says,

I probably haven’t made atheism seem at all rich and I don’t think it is. I think it’s a very Protestant, very puritanical faith that, as I say, does tend towards arrogance because we lack authority. But there is one thing I would say for atheism, as against religion, and that is this: if you try to practice it, it trains you in a virtue that I value highly which is endurance without whimpering …

Again, the “New” atheists would probably toss her out on her ear, and certainly she speaks with no authority other than her own opinions. However, it’s an interesting contrast in attitude, and the whole conversation is worth reading, if you can track down a copy.

An Office (Charlie Brown) Christmas

For all of you fans of The Office and/or Peanuts:

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A Christmas Story, Part 2

When we left off yesterday, Mary had just found out that she was pregnant. Our narrator, Alfred, had just stopped to listen to a group of carolers that were wandering by. Now, on to the exciting conclusion of our Christmas Story:

An Angel’s Christmas Story, Part 2

[Alfred stops to listen to a group of carolers, his thoughts drifting]

That’s really a nice song, isn’t it? I sure have heard a lot of good music down through the years… but that isn’t here nor there.While all this was going on – miracles, you know, and everything – Caesar Augustus decided that everyone should be taxed. And if that wasn’t bad enough, it meant that Mary and Joseph had to go quite a ways to Bethlehem to pay their taxes, since Joseph was a descendant of David, and Bethlehem was the City of David. There’s logic there somewhere. By this time Mary was very pregnant, you understand, so travel was not easy, and when they got to Bethlehem, the city was packed.

Packed cities never seem to bother me, you know, but of course I never have to worry about reservations. Poor Joseph and pregnant Mary went from house to house looking for a place to stay, but their wasn’t one room available in all of Bethlehem. Finally, one kind old innkeeper, noticing how Mary was about to give birth, offered his stables to them. Big deal. But what other choice did they have?

While they were staying in the stable, Mary gave birth to a son, just as Gabriel had told them, and they named him Jesus. You already know this, I know, but you have absolutely no idea as to how fantastically special this birth was. You might think that the conditions of Jesus’ birth were less than ideal, having a manger as a crib and all, but no hospital delivery room has ever been attended like this one was.

You always see those manger scenes with them in the stable, and nothing but animals meandering around, and two angels (not great-looking angels, either, I might add) flying in the air… I’m sure.

Let me tell you, there were more angels there than you could imagine. And we weren’t just sitting around, either. I don’t know whether you realize this, but you’d be hard pressed to find a better midwife or doctor. I’ve looked after quite a few humans in my time, and done a pretty fair job at it, if I do say so myself. Who do you think taught Luke everything he knew? So remember, Jesus’ birth may have been humble from the world’s point of view, but he had nothing but the best care.

Now in the fields outside of Bethlehem were a group of shepherds watching their flocks by night. (Forgive me for borrowing a phrase here and there, but it’s hard to improve on divine inspiration.)

These were godly men, well aware of the prophecies concerning the coming Savior. But this didn’t keep them from being afraid when one of our more dramatic angels suddenly appeared to them, to give them the good news that the Savior had been born in Bethlehem. No sooner had they been told this, than the sky was full of angels, all praising God.

You may not have ever thought of it, but we angels praise God because of who He is, when we see His goodness in His dealings with man. You folks have a much more personal involvement with God, and therefore much more reason to praise God every moment of every day. Remember that.

Whatever the shepherds were feeling, it must have made quite an impression on them, because it didn’t take them long to decide to leave their flocks and hurry to Bethlehem to see for themselves. And you know haw hard it is to get shepherds to leave their sheep! When they got to town, they easily found the little family, huddled in the stable, with Jesus happily lying in the manger, just as they had been told. When they saw that the miracle had truly taken place, they told everyone they met. I guess that makes them the first evangelists, doesn’t it?

Now for a lot of people, the Christmas story ends here, with the new parents and Jesus in the stable. But for Mary and Joseph, it was the beginning of a continuous miracle, as God and us angels were with them, keeping them safe.

In obedience to Jewish law, they took Jesus to Jerusalem to have Jesus circumcised in the temple. There, they heard a prophecy by a man named Simeon who, knowledgeable of the scriptures, had faithfully watched for the Messiah. Mary and Joseph were amazed. This was another in a series of events testifying to the Savior’s birth. I’m sure all of these things were hard to grasp. Remember, only a year ago, they were just ordinary Jewish kids.

Some time later, some wise men from the East came to Jerusalem, having followed a star that signified to them that a great king had been born. They were all prepared to honor Jesus with great and precious gifts, and asked everyone they met where they could find the king. They were soon told by the Jewish priests that prophecies named Bethlehem as the place in which the King would be born.

Now Herod, the Roman king, heard that these men were in town looking for a new king, he was terribly upset. You may think you’ve seen some crooked politicians, but this Herod takes the cake. He tricked them into thinking he wished to pay tribute to Jesus, and told them to let him know where Jesus was when they found him.

The wise men found Jesus easy enough, and were overjoyed! They bowed down to worship him, and they gave him many precious gifts from the east. When they had paid their tribute to Jesus and were ready to travel home, God warned them in a dream about Herod’s trickery, and they went back home another way. Now God also knew that Herod was not about to give up his search for Jesus, and sent one of us to tell them to travel to Egypt where Jesus would be safe. They stayed there for about two years, until Herod had died, making it safe to go home. God sent another angel to speak to Joseph in a dream, telling him this. While they were on the way back, again an angel was sent to warn them that Bethlehem may still not be safe, and they went to Nazareth instead, where Jesus lived until he began his ministry.

So as you can see, we angels had quite an important part in the Christmas story. We had front-row seats, as it were, to the whole amazing drama. But whether or not you know it, we will never be able to truly appreciate the story the way that you can. Even though we were God’s messengers to Mary, Joseph, and the others, and could see all of what was going on, we really were outsiders.

Yep, the Christmas story is still one of my favorites. But to you folks, it should be more than just a story. The Christmas story is full of people who have one thing in common – a faith in God. That faith is the basis of a special relationship with God that we angels will never be able to experience or understand. And even though the birth of Jesus in itself is a great story of faith, how Jesus redeemed mankind through his death and resurrection is even a greater story, and the story is still being written today. Oh, yes – God’s as busy today as he ever was, whether you care to believe it or not.

You folks sure have been kind, taking time to listen. So many won’t take time for the important things. Come on back, when you have a mind to. I always have another story.

A Christmas Story

About twenty years and half a dozen churches ago, I wrote a script for a Christmas pageant that was to be narrated to a slide show. It apparently was, but we moved to California before it was produced (I heard it was great…). Since then, this script has been adapted for use in a few other churches (2 were churches I was involved in), and this year a nice lady found it online at Small Voices and asked if her church could adapt it for their program.

A couple of years ago I rewrote it as a story (rather than a play), and decided it was time to republish it here. The character Alfred is kind of a cross between Andy Griffith and Walter Brennan (it must have made sense at the time). I hope you enjoy it…

An Angel’s Christmas Story

by Alden Swan

(humming, “Angels we have heard on high…”)

Oh, hello there. I just love the Christmas season, don’t you? But it’s not the same as it used to be. And believe you me, I’ve seen my share of Christmases.

Let me introduce myself – Alfred’s my name. I’m what you folks call an angel. My friends call me Alf. Yep, I’ve been around since the beginning, and I’ve seen it all. You know, we all were pretty shocked at the Adam & Eve affair. It was a terrible day for you humans, and it didn’t make our job any easier, let me tell you. That Lucifer, he thought he had the whole thing wrapped up right then, but he hadn’t planned on Christmas, no sir. That really set him shakin’ in his boots.

Well, here, listen to this:

“In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was in the beginning with God; all things were made through him, and without him was not anything made that was made. In him was life, and the life was the light of men. The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it. . .”

Isn’t that nice? Those words were written almost two thousand years ago by a man named John. John was given a very special insight into the birth of Jesus. His book is a beautifully inspired depiction of the Jesus’ life and ministry, and is well named the “Gospel” – the “Good News” of John. I’m sure some of you have read it.

Other writers have also told the story of Jesus’ birth well, and I must be honest in saying that my favorite is Luke’s Gospel, since he did a pretty fair job in telling about our role in Jesus’ birth. I guess even I like to see myself in print. However, I’d still like to tell the story myself, if you don’t mind listening to an old angel reminisce.

The plan had been unfolding for a long, long time. Even at the Garden of Eden tragedy, we began to see hints of great blessings to come for mankind. The prophets of Israel saw glimpses of the plan, but who ever thought that God himself would come down to Earth as a helpless child! Maybe I’d better start at the beginning; well, maybe not the very beginning.

A little over a year before Jesus was born, God had sent Gabriel (a close personal friend of mine) to Judah to bring a message to a man named Zacharias, telling him that his wife Elizabeth would have a son. And sure enough, Elizabeth became pregnant. Her son was to grow up to be known as John the Baptist, a great man, and quite important to Jesus’ ministry.

Now over in Galilee there was a little city named Nazareth. This was an average city back then, except that it, too, was about to have an angelic visit. You might think that this sort of thing happened a lot back then, being Bible times, and all, but let me tell you, it didn’t. Not like this, anyway.

Gabriel was sent there to bring a message to a young girl named Mary, who just happened to be Elizabeth’s cousin, who was engaged to be married to a man named Joseph. Mary, of all the women in Galilee, had found great favor with God. When Gabriel told her this, she was taken aback, and with good reason. As I said, even back then people were not often visited by angels.

When Gabriel assured Mary that she had nothing to fear, she relaxed a bit and listened with awe at what he had to say. And Whoooeee! What she heard was enough to make a girl fairly nervous. She found that she also was going to have a son, which was a very unusual miracle, seeing as Mary was not even married. Now I don’t approve of all these unmarried women today having babies. But this was not your ordinary pregnancy.

Mary’s child was going to be the Son of God, and she was to name him Jesus. Gabriel said later that this had to be the greatest moment of his existence; to bring to Mary the news that the Son of God would live and grow within her so that someday he could dwell within all who asked him. Of course I’m not envious of Gabriel, you know. We all have our own responsibilities, and all that. But, even still, I kind of wish it could’ve been me to carry that news…

Well, that’s water under the bridge, as they say. I’d better continue.

When Joseph, who was engaged to Mary, heard that she was pregnant, he thought perhaps that he should quietly call off the whole thing. But God sent another angel (also a friend of mine) to him in a dream to assure him that what Mary said was true, that her son was indeed the Christ.

Personally, I think Joseph’s part in the birth of Jesus has been really downplayed by many people, but the story would read much differently had Joseph not been the great man of faith that he was. Even with an angel in a dream, it took a lot of guts to be obedient to God. It is hard for me to imagine human feelings, but I know, though, that this was quite a bit of responsibility for a couple about to be married…

[Alfred stops to listen to a group of carolers, his thoughts drifting]

To Be Continued …

The Joy of Christmas Insanity

Christmas time is here
Happiness and cheer
Fun for all that children call
Their favorite time of the year
………………

Christmas time is here
We’ll be drawing near
Oh, that we could always see
Such spirit through the year…

Michael Krahn posted the other day on the issue of joy, and it got me thinking specifically about joy at Christmastime. As I’m sure we all know, “joy” is something that is usually identified with the Christmas holiday. Go to any store selling Christmas paraphernalia, and you’re sure to find ornaments, decorations and wrapping paper with “joy” (and “rejoice”) written all over it. However, our experience at Christmas is often anything but joyful. They should start marketing Christmas ornaments that say “stress.”

I was speaking with someone a week or so ago about how fast Christmas seems to be coming; it always seems to catch me by surprise, which just adds to the stress. It reminds me of Jethro Tull’s Locomotive Breath:

He picks up Gideon’s Bible
Open at page one
Old Charlie stole the handle and
The train, it wont stop going
No way to slow down.

Then, it seems that there are always unanticipated expenses that put an additional assault on our bank account. And, there are too many things to do, and not enough time to do them in. Where’s the joy in that? It seems that there are two ways to deal with the oncoming train: either we live in denial (and get creamed), or we run headlong into it. That, I believe, is where we find the joy. And, I’m thinking that those who we often accuse of missing “the Christ in Christmas” may have in reality discovered the joy.

A part of my response to Krahn’s afore-mentioned post was this:

I think that’s why Christmas is such a big deal to me and so many people – it’s a celebration of joy, of extravagance, or sheer silliness and excess. It may look at times like materialism (and I don’t deny that materialism is an issue), but could it simply be a breaking out of joy, expressed in a culturally acceptable manner?

As discussed a couple of weeks ago, America is a place where we don’t know how to dance. We have no traditional expressions of joy. Even our partying seems to be more of a way to avoid and cover up stress and depression more than expressions of joy, as may be found in other cultures.

So, here we have Christmas, which is by any account a knock-down, drag-out kind of holiday. We simply have nothing else like it. Every other holiday gets one day – Christmas now begins in late October or early November, and by December it’s in full swing, with parties, decorations, music, movies, concerts, shopping and food. It is an all-out celebration, involving all aspects of our lives. Those who are of other religions (or no religion) have by now realized that “the train, it won’t stop going…” and they either join in ignoring the religious aspects, or live in misery.

Eating, drinking, singing, spending lots of money buying gifts, giving to charity, all can be expressions of joy, even if we don’t realize it.

For those of us who are Christians, I don’t think we need to detract at all from the secular aspects of the holiday; I think that joy, even the non-spiritual version, is something that humans need to express for their emotional health. In America, we’re a pretty joy-constipated bunch. So, let everyone celebrate. But, Christians indeed have a joy which is of a different nature than that of the world (I think it’s okay to have both), and we get to express that, too.

I relish the purely human joy of Christmas, as I relish the joy that comes from knowing God. We can certainly recognize one without diminishing the other. So, let’s pull out the stops, and run headlong into the madness. Who knows, we may actually enjoy ourselves.

The good, the bad, and the just plain weird

It’s music day at the ol’ blog, with three musical numbers to brighten your day. I’ll leave it to you to decide which is the good, the bad, and the just plain weird.

First, a little ditty from Quixote that would probably fall under my “Letter to a Christian Nation” heading.

Next, I’ll send you over to Dr. Winn for two Christmas tunes that are at the very least, out of the ordinary. One is a rather original rendition of “O Holy Night” that brought back memories of what used to be called “special music” in my hometown Lutheran church. The other tune is my family’s favorite rendition of “Blue Christmas.”

Enjoy! (or at least, experience…)

Announcing kroc: the klassic roc blog

As my faithful readers know, for some time I’ve written here about relatively tame issues like religion, politics and intelligent design. So, I figure it’s about time to deal with some more controversial issues, and decided I’d jump in to the hotbed of contention that is classic rock music.

I know, I’m probably crazy, but I figure I only live twice. So, if you dare, come join me in my newest venture, kroc: Alden’s Klassic Roc Blog. I’ll be discussing all the greats (in my opinion), and I dare you to challenge me. C’mon, I dare you.

Why The Golden Compass fails as fiction

John C. Wright has written a very interesting analysis of Pullman’s His Dark Materials trilogy, in which he points out how very badly the stories are constructed, and makes the point that the point of the stories has to be the message, because the story fails.

Pullman has, in the past, spoken quite clearly how his intent in writing the series was to “kill God;” he apparently has been forever angered by Lewis’ The Chronicles of Narnia, and set out to write an atheistic counterpart. Recently however, he has attempted to retreat from this position by saying that the accusations that the books promote atheism and are anti-Christian as “complete rubbish,” and saying, “If I wanted to send a message I would have written a sermon.” One can only guess that he is concerned about losing sales, or something of that nature. It does seem like an idiotic thing to say, after he’s been so vocal about his anti-Christian agenda. The point Wright makes is that the “agenda” appears to be the only thing holding the book together.

I’ve seen a variety of critiques of the books, including one in a collection of essays put together by the Borders book stores which made the case that in spite of Pullman’s atheist and anti-Lewis agenda, he could not have written the books without either religion or Lewis; he relies too heavily on both. He had to incorporate a spiritual realm to try to make his point, and he also borrowed concepts and styles from Lewis.

Now, Wright challenges the books’ structure:

Someone name for me a book that is more obviously a bit of preaching that simply abandoned its story line more blatantly? Even Ayn Rand’s ATLAS SHRUGGED actually had an ending that grows out of its beginning. John Galt’s radio speech was long, but the book did not end in the middle of that speech.

The first rule of story telling is the Gunrack Rule. If you show a gun in a gunrack on the wall in Act One, someone has to be shot by Act Three. It is the same rule every child learns in kindergarten, every merchant learns when generating customer good will. Abide by your contracts. Keep your promises.

Plots and characters and themes make promises. Prophecies in epic fantasy stories are blatant promises. When you are told that there is a prophecy that one and only one knife can kill Almighty God, and that one little boy is the one to do it, it breaks a promise to have God turn out to be a drooling cripple who dies by falling out of bed.

Wright believes Pullman to be a very good writer, and that he should know better.

Nothing I have ever read, not by Heinlein and not by Ayn Rand has been more blatant in dropping the story-telling, and devoting its pages to preaching a message. The writer was drunk on sermonizing. If this plotline was a motorist, it would have been arrested for driving while intoxicated, if it had not perished in the horrible drunk accident where it went headlong over the cliff of the author’s preachy message, tumbled down the rocky hillside, crashed, and burned.

I still haven’t read Pullman, so at the moment I can’t agree or disagree with Wright’s thoughts. However, this is an interesting analysis, and is probably worth considering while reading the books.

Microsoft’s virtual reality

I happened across this today in an article from the BBC News site, discussing a feature in their recent Vista OS which is supposed to prevent piracy:

Microsoft says its efforts have seen a drop in piracy of its software.

This just cracked me up. From what I’ve heard about Vista, the reason that there’s been very little piracy has nothing to do with the feature known as the “kill switch,” but is simply because no one wants it. People who buy new computers that have Vista pre-installed are actually buying copies of older operating systems to replace Vista because, to put it bluntly, Vista sucks.

If MSoft wants to believe that their anti-piracy feature is what is preventing theft, let them believe it. However, it seems that the best anti-piracy feature you can have is to make a software product that people will actually pay not to use.

“There’s something wrong with a nation where people don’t sing and dance”

America … is largely a listening world rather than a singing world. Just as most of America can’t dance. In terms of culture – compared to most native cultures – America has largely been stripped of all natural culture, replaced by marketable and consumable products. There’s something wrong with a nation where people don’t sing and dance.
- Father Stephen Freeman

Father Stephen is an Orthodox priest from Tennessee. The above quote is from a comment he made on a post on Mission and Worship in America. While I don’t agree with everything he says on the subject of musical styles (he is from Tennessee, after all), he does make some valid points. As I’ve thought about the quote above, I have realized just how true this is – there is very little folk music in America, at least at present.

We had a big folk movement in the 60′s – and by folk, I will include anything from Woody Guthrie to Louis Armstrong to the Grateful Dead. This was back when people still played music simply because they enjoyed it, whether it be blues, jazz, bluegrass or rock. That was before everyone who thought they could sing put out a CD hoping to become a star. Music today seems to have become a device to achieve stardom. If you have no chance of being American Idol, why bother?

This, unfortunately, seems to apply to the church as well. How many people write worship songs simply to worship? And, how many worship bands consist of the instruments that people in the church happen to play? How many worship teams play musical styles that reflect the members on the team? I’ve seen my share of worship teams, and I have to say that most consist of the same general instrumentation, playing the same general styles, as that found on whatever “hot” worship CDs are out there.

I think I agree with Father Stephen, that American has lost its ability to truly sing and dance. We have become listeners, and performers (to please other listeners). I have to ask, is this type of music fitting for worship? Now, I think the Orthodox Churches err in the other extreme, using musical styles from another culture, another time period, and ruling that as more appropriate. Why? What makes music from somewhere else or some other time any better?

I used to say that style is merely cultural; but if the good Father is correct, then America’s only style is that which is being sold to it. And, he may be right. Americans don’t sing and dance. Our culture is bought, borrowed, downloaded and promoted. We have no heart – that’s really what Father Stephens is saying. Or, perhaps it’s just been hijacked; maybe we only need to find it.

But, I’m not recommending at this point that we start old Greek hymns. But, perhaps we should start learning how to sing, and maybe even dance.