religion

More Trumpet Thoughts

I was reading today the newest Philadelphia Trumpet (March/April 2001) and there’s an article about the book of Revelation entitled “Deceived about the Royal Book of Revelation.” To begin with, the title reads into it a lot of stuff that I’m not really sure is actually there. I’m not sure it has to do with rulership and such, but of course since it’s written by Gerald Flurry then there’s no questioning it. Interesting, the point about the article that I wanted to discuss explains why there’s no questioning. He writes,

“Blessed is he that readeth, and they that hear the words of this prophecy, and keep those things which are written therein: for the time is at hand” (Rev. 1:13). Notice it is “he that reads” and “they that hear.” God uses one-man leadership. He reveals to one man. Then “they” who follow this man keep the truth that God reveals (26).

A few interesting things about this quote. First he quotes the Authorized version and includes the archaic third person singular form, but when he explains it and quotes again, he changes “readeth” to “reads.” This was a common practice in the WCG, as was the practice of re-translating in mid-quote, changing “Lord” to “the Eternal.”

Second, the authoritarian nature of this interpretation of this passage is not difficult to miss. He is all but saying, “I am the only one through whom God now speaks.”

Third, this exclusive access to God’s truth radiates out from Flurry—while he is the most chosen, others (i.e., the PCG members) are among the elect. Sociological analysis of cults will describe them as having a mentality in which they see themselves as the only right people on earth and that everyone else is blind, but it’s still somewhat surprising when a church says this about itself:

Anybody who wants to understand the Bible and world events must come to God’s faithful remnant! There is understanding no place else on this planet! It is the only way you can really comprehend the fate of your own nation, or even your own life.

This is a difficult truth to accept, but God works through His very elect and nobody else. Everybody else is blind. It is that way now, it has been in the past, and shall be in the future! (26)

The anthropomorphic elements continue, of course. “Imagine what it was like when the royal Father allowed His beloved Son to become a martyr for sinning men” (26). Of course this places God very squarely in time.

Flurry’s personal this month is revealing as well, for it shows how he is moving closer and closer to David Koresh-type leadership. He is, in a word, beginning to prophecy outright. Writing about the Supreme Court appeal of the Mystery of the Ages case, he says, “I prophesy to you that, one way or the other, God will provide a way for us to mail that book again” (1). I would dearly love to see what happens five years hence if this indeed does not happen.

PCG Thoughts

I was skimming Malachi’s Message this morning and I came upon an interesting paradox in the Armstrongian worldview. It was when I read Flurry’s condemnation of the WCG’s contribution to flood victims:

Dr. Ward explained how the WCG is changing its views about giving to hurricane and other disaster funds. This goes deeper than just giving to disaster victims — who do need help. This is a changing of the Church’s commission established by Christ — through Mr. Armstrong. Instead of spending money to warn the people why disasters are happening, the WCG helps them financially. Soon the world is going to be literally flooded with disasters! God is going to bring it to pass as punishment. Tithes and offerings are going to be spent in vain if they continue this approach.1

Of course such an attitude is not a surprise when one creates such an alterative universe as the PCG as done — they “nihiliate” all concerns outside their own world. But this points to something a little more interesting: the “commission” of God’s church is such that humanitarian aid is less important than warning the world. Warning the world of what, though? It’s fairly simple. Unless the United States and Britain repent and basically start following Armstrong’s philosophy and twisted theology, God destroy them in a nuclear holocaust that only God’s elect (read, “PCG members”) will escape. However, if they do repent, then God will spare them. However, it’s “prophesied” that all this will take place: the white Anglo-Saxons will eventually get their asses kicked by the whiter German Aryans.

So what’s the point of “warning the world” if it’s doomed to failure? I suppose the PCG answer is that God wants to call out a few people for training so that they can help God enforce his petty dietary laws and make sure racial segregation is the global norm. All of this creates an interesting paradox: Armstrongites are “desperately crying out” — “a voice cried out!” reeks of this last-minute, frenzied anxiety — wanting anyone who’ll listen to do so, and then change their ways. Yet they almost revel in the coming delight they’ll have in showing everyone that they were right: Armstrong’s Gnosticism was bang-on and everyone else will be groveling for forgiveness. I think deep down inside, Flurry and his minions (and all the other Armstrongites) are just dying for all hell to break loose, literally.

This leads to another interesting point: it’s amazing the amount of help Armstrong’s God needs. He needed help finishing up the creation of Earth — “putting the icing on the cake,” to use a favorite, worn-out Armstrong metaphor — and so he created angels. He will need help ruling over all these resurrected peoples in the World Tomorrow, so he’s calling out a few people now for training.

Finally, I noticed how Flurry almost always refers to HWA as “Mr. Armstrong.” I think in other theological writings people simply follow the scholarly standard and refer to people by their last name: “Armstrong taught . . .” and so on. But this doesn’t show the respect that Flurry and others always want to show Armstrong. He was not just a minister but also an Apostle, and the capital “A” is important. To refer to him simply as Armstrong would be wrong because a) it follows the worldly standard, and b) it separates him from his divine role. “Armstrong” is just a man; “Mr. Armstrong” is God’s Apostle.

1 Flurry, Gerald. Malachi’s Message to God’s Church Today. South Africa: Philadelphia Church of God, 1995. Page 95.

Declared God

“Octavian was declared a god shortly after his death.” This is from the profile for Octavian that I just edited for the Western Civ I book. Being declared a “god” in this case seems something like beatification in the Roman church. Thinking of this, the obvious occurred to me: it’s called the Roman church because it grew out of the Roman Empire and was/is centered in Rome. Surely after Edict of Milan all notions of Roman reality didn’t get subsumed under the Christian worldview. In fact, the Christian worldview grew out of this Roman world, so it stands to reason that certain habits/notions from Roman religion persisted in Christianity. Hence it seems logical that this ritual of declaring this person or that person a god might carry over into the Roman church in the form of beatification. The differences, I’m sure, are enormous, and I’m not so naïve as to suggest that it’s a one-to-one relationship. However, the basic notion is the same.

That being said, even if it were empirical, historical fact that the idea of beatification grew out of the Roman deification of its rulers (which is, to be sure, not strictly a Roman notion and probably exists in cultures around the world — Japan and ancient Egypt come immediately to mind), that would not change Roman Catholic practice. Once it’s been so entrenched, how could anyone change it? Even if Pope John Paul II said, “Look, we’ve come to the realization that this beatification thing is nothing but a carry-over from pagan Roman religion,” no-one would buy it. They’d want to chalk it up to senility. Of course if the Pope said this as a holy pronouncement, then papal infallibility would kick in and then we’d have all kinds of cognitive dissonance.

Bus Jesus

On the 86 coming to work today I was witnessed to. I was sitting on the foremost single seat, minding my business, when this women asked me, “Jew have Essus in your heart?” I had to ask her a couple of times to repeat herself, but I finally realized she was asking me, “Do you have Jesus in you heart?” She began to explain to me that he loves me, died for me, is knocking on my heart and keeping me awake at night. She had a little flip-book with several verses on individual pieces of paper. She would read them to me, moving her finger along below each word as if she were a mother reading to her child. (Instead of a full stop at the end, though, she had colons. I’m not sure why.) At one point she asked me if I believed in God. When I told her I didn’t she didn’t really know how to deal with it, it seems. She returned to talking about how Jesus died for me, how he loves me, and so on. She also explained that eventually God would close the door. I didn’t know how to explain that any God with such conditional love as the God she is describing exhibits is not worthy of my love/respect.

She was, in all honesty, sweet. She was doing what she thought was necessary. Of course the question is, was she doing this because she wants me not to go to hell, or because she’s afraid God demands this of her for her salvation? I’m sure she couldn’t even answer that question completely.

More Nostagia

I still want to write “1999,” I guess because I don’t actually write enough in here. The twentieth already and all I’ve got are seven pages to show for the month. Rather pathetic, but I just don’t have anything to write about. I’m not reading anything that makes me want to write; I’m not doing anything that makes me want to write. I’m just existing — going to work, coming home, cooking dinner, realizing I’m in a rut only to repeat it the next day.

As I go back and read over entries from my time in Lipnica, I realize that I wrote almost exclusively about two or three things: the changes in the WCG, my new LW friends and the adventures I was having (i.e., drinking in bars, hanging out with Charles, listening to blues with Janusz), and — most frequently — about students. Now I’m burned out on the stupidity within the WCG and its sister churches; I never see my friends from Poland; and I never have any interaction with anyone other than those at work. So what does that leave me as journal fodder? Not much.

I suppose I could write about what’s been happening at work, but what good would that be? It’s just a bunch of office nonsense — nothing remotely meaningful. Nothing, at any rate, worth writing about, I guess. I could write about what happened today — the nonsense with the American History 2 book. Yet to what avail? Will I ever go back and read that entry and think, “Oh, those were the days!” Will I ever remember this at some point and wonder when exactly it happened? Will I ever really remember writing this? I doubt it. On the other hand, I have memories of writing in my journal in Lipncia — I could journalize about my Lipnica journal. And I guess that’s exactly what I’m doing now. The point is, I won’t ever do that about this period of my life, I think. In fact, I believe journal keeping will never again be like it was when I was living in Lipnica.

I went back to read old journal entries about my student teaching to see how much I was writing about teaching — tons, is the predictable answer. I didn’t know how to motivate; I didn’t know how to take charge and give them personal, intellectual freedom; I didn’t know anything. I was an utter failure! Of course it was my first time. As I read about my woes, I realized in the back of my head I was forming mini-lesson plans to deal with the same topics, thinking at the same moment, “I could teach that much better now.”

I also came across this gem:

Sunday 15 October 1995

9:34 p.m.

I am finally back home after a somewhat torturous departure. I cried again, upset with the fact that my last feast for several years (three or four, at least) was such a pathetic failure. I guess the main thing that was so very upsetting was the fact that I was still alone. I spent the whole day alone (except for sitting with Mom during church) and it was just depressing.

Fairly amazing — it wasn’t “my last feast for several year.” It was, indeed, my last Feast of Tabernacles ever. I will never again go to such a thing, and I feel my life is much better for it.

With all the things I’ve done in my life since quitting the WCG, it feels as if — in some weird way — I never attended. I’ve grown so accustomed to Saturdays being just like any other day; to eating whatever the hell I please; to spending all my money and not having to hold back twenty percent; to going out on Friday nights (though I haven’t really done that since coming back from Poland) — it’s unreal. Friday night rituals in Poland became Dudek with Charles or Adam’s with Janusz and Kamil.

Another fun quote:

Winter will always bring memories of Kathe. I will constantly recall the countless times we would lie in front of the heater as it blew its welcomed warm air over our toes. Even when I have been married (Will I get married?) for fifty years, I will recall the cold, dark drives to her house, or the sound of her pulling into our driveway as dinner was being prepared.

The truth is, I never think about Kathe anymore. I talked to Lori about her for a while on 1 January, but that was the first time in ages that I’d even thought of her.

Reading a Fundamentalist

I’ve had a thought about Christianity in my head since driving down to Abingdon Friday afternoon. I was imagining having a conversation with Stephanie about why I’m not a Christian, wondering what she would say to this and that, and yet another contradiction in basic Christian doctrine.

It all came about from thinking about a book of Maw-Maw’s I skimmed when I first got here. I was sitting by the television and I noticed “Satan” in the title, and obviously became intrigued. I picked it up and saw the wonderful title: Satan Is Alive and Well on Planet Earth. It’s by Hal Lindsey, whom I researched just a little on the internet, but nothing significant. The surprising thing is it’s published (in 1972) by Zondervan Press in Grand Rapids. Who made the decision to publish such idiocy? At any rate, during his silliness, he writes the following:

When man fell into Satan’s hands, God immediately launched His plan to redeem man from this helpless situation. What Satan didn’t count on was that God would be so just that He wouldn’t forgive man unless divine justice was satisfied. And something much more incredible — that God would be so loving that He would be willing to step down from heaven and temporarily lay aside all of His divine rights and become a man. Satan didn’t anticipate that God, as a man, would later to a cross and bear His own righteous judgment against the sin of the whole universe.

Satan Is Alive and Well on Planet Earth (63)

This requires one slight altercation in the Christian definition of God: either he can’t be omniscient or he can’t be completely benevolent. “When man fell into Satan’s hands, God immediately launched His plan . . .” This means that God was waiting for the Fall — he new it was coming, and had planned for it. This makes one wonder how loving God is to create a being knowing that he was creating this being to be damned because of his own nature. It also implies that God didn’t know beforehand — though this implication is admittedly weak.

The whole thing points out the danger in saying God had a plan. When was this plan hatched? Before creation? If so, then he created humans to be damned — at least those who don’t “accept Christ” and all that nonsense. After creation? If so, then he didn’t anticipate the Fall — and he is not omniscient. Of course I’m just butting my head against a cliché wall, for in the end it’s all “a matter of faith” and I realize that such thinking does nothing for anyone but me. It only reinforces what I already believe, just as this Satan Is Alive and Well nonsense probably only reinforced what Maw-Maw believed. (There’s a lot about how Christ came down and suffered for our sakes — this is nothing new. Yet it’s as if he’s explaining it to people for the first time. I suppose the equivalent would be Dr. Clayton reading only intro to philosophy books — it’s filled with stuff he already knows.

Speaking of philosophy, a chapter entitled “Thought Bombs” deserves a few words. He writes that

a few eighteenth-century men . . . dreamed up ideas which have sent shock waves to rock our thinking today.

The contamination of these explosive ideas has been so devastating that it has completely permeated twentieth century thinking. . . . Satan took their concepts and wired the underlying frame of reference for our present historical, educational, philosophical, sociological, psychological, religious, economic, and political outlook. You and I and our children have been ingeniously conditioned to think in terms that are contrary to biblical principles and truths in all these areas — without our even realizing it. . . .

I realize it is a serious charge to imply that these brilliant men, who in many ways made significant contributions to our world, were instruments of Satan to lead men’s thinking away from eternal truths, but as the case against them unfolds I believe the conclusions will be justified.

Satan Is Alive and Well on Planet Earth (84, 85)

That’s a fairly significant claim to make. “He’s basically going to try to show how some philosophers are Satanic,” I thought. “I wonder in how much detail he will deal with these thinkers?” I thought. Of course, I knew it was for the general readership — not for anyone with any background in philosophy whatsoever.

Before launching into these “thought bombers,” he warns, “You may find some of this pretty heavy reading . . .” A nice pat on the back — what I’ve written is so difficult for some to understand, but “it is absolutely essential that we understand how we have come to this present hostility toward God’s viewpoint of life.” He’s setting his readers up for some “heavy” philosophical musings, that’s for sure. With that, he launches his section about the first thought bomber: Kant. I think I’ll put the entire section in:

Immanuel Kant was a German philosopher. He never traveled more than sixty-nine miles from his home in Prussia, where he lived from 1724 to 1804, and yet his original thinking formulated principles which still sway the civilized world.

Until Kantian philosophy began to influence the intellectuals of the age, classical philosophy as based upon the process of antithesis, which means that man thought in terms of cause and effect. This means if A is true then non-A cannot also be true. According to classical philosophy, values were absolute.

The world at large accepted these possibilities of absolutes in both knowledge and morals. Before Kant you could reason with a person on the basis of cause and effect. However, this one man and his critiques began to question whether people could actually accept things which were beyond their five senses.

A modern French philosopher described the Kantian thinking this way: “Kant was able to go definitively beyond skepticism and realism by recognizing the descriptive and irreducible characteristics of external and internal experience as the sufficient foundation of the world.”’

In Kant’s analysis of the process of thought he proposed that no one can know anything except by experience. He believed that individual freedom lies in obedience to the “moral law that speaks within us.”

Kant, therefore, finding no personal basis for accepting absolutes, triggered the ideas which would result in the philosophy introduced by another German[, Hegel.]

Satan Is Alive and Well on Planet Earth (85, 86)

There it is, ladies and gentlemen — in just 237 words he “demolishes” one of the most important philosophers of the eighteenth and nineteenth century. One of the most important in the history of philosophy. And he did it all without having a single primary source. (At least he doesn’t include any of Kant’s books in his “bibliography.”)

Doubt

In its severest form it can lead to the formation of a new religion. In its milder forms, it creates novels and philosophies and spends much time discussing them. I’m talking about the human propensity to create worlds – castles in the air, but without the firm foundation Thoreau speaks of in Walden. Tonight was were talking about Schleiermacher again, and I was feeling the same emotions again – the same, “What the hell is the purpose of this?!”

Two hundred years ago, Schleiermacher constructed a view of religion based on what he called intuition. Tonight we spent two hours discussing our constructions of Schleiermacher’s constructions, then commenting on our constructions of others’ comments about their constructions of Schleiermacher’s constructions. The discussion – always in present simple – treated all these constructions as if they were as real as the computer on my lap. The discussion raged as if it made a difference whether Schleiermacher’s theology was of this nature or that. And the emptiness of the ivory towers reverberated with this for two hours – or some other poetic drivel.
That’s one example of world-construction. Another leads to the following absurdities:

I soon found out the reason why I had received such strict charges to keep [the plates] safe, and why it was that the messenger had said that when I had done what was required at my hand, he would call for them. For no sooner was it known that I had them, than the most strenuous exertions were used to get them from me. Every stratagem that could be invented was resorted to for that purpose. The persecution became more bitter and severe than before, and multitudes were on the alert continually to get them from me if possible. But by the wisdom of God, they remained safe in my hands, until I had accomplished by them what was required at my hand. When, according to arrangements, the messenger called for them, I delivered them up to him; and he has them in his charge until this day, being the second day of May, one thousand eight hundred and thirty-eight. . . .’

This is Joseph Smith explaining how he came into position of and learned to translate The Book of Mormon, which led the formation of an entire religion – or at least a sect. Undoubtedly Smith just pulled this buried plate nonsense from thin air! And people believe it! No one thinks it’s just a little too convenient for it to have happened this way – no one thinks that this leaves the door wide open to doubt Smith’s testimony.

First Day in Grad School

We had our first class today, and I think I could have easily done without. We really didn’t do much more than go over what will be required of us during the two-semester course. I’m a little disappointed about that and irritated. I’m paying for this — and it’s expensive. I don’t want to go and waste time and money like that.

But it’s possibly a moot point. I had a disturbing realization this evening. It was nothing new — I’ve had thoughts along these lines many times before. But it was a new twist on it, a new perspective. I’m always critical of professional sports: “Grown men [occasionally women] getting paid to play a game!” It seems to have no importance in the grand scheme of things, both in the immediate future and the distant future. It does no good for anyone on an existential level. Well, I guess that’s not quite true — it provides spectators with a few moments of enjoyment. Still, generally speaking, the spectators are the privileged few who can afford to pay for admission or buy a television.

How does that make the ineffectiveness of tonight’s class a moot point? Simple: What good does religious studies for anyone except those of us studying it? What will I learn by spending x years at BU? Some theories; a few ways of looking at religion; the importance of the simple idea of perspectives? Probably. And what will I do with that? Go teach other people the same thing. And what will they do with that? Not much, I’m sure. (This is all, of course, generally speaking.) It’s the ivory tower principle. Such scholarship seems to do very little good for those outside universities. It’s like playing professional baseball: It’s especially fun for those who are involved, and for a few devoted spectators, but for the vast majority of people, it does no good whatsoever.

Religious studies seems in some ways a particularly futile and self-serving endeavor because being able to discuss social elements in religion and philosophical implications of certain theologies will never put an end to the strife and suffering that is attributable (both directly and indirectly) to religion. Jihad cannot be prevented by a thorough understanding of this or that principle, nor can education really do much for those indoctrinated in the necessity of such drastic measures. The same holds true for the Catholic zealot who bombs abortion clinics to stop what is to his mind (and it’s almost always a “he” not a “she”) a religious obscenity and crime.

Maybe I’m just affected with intellectual, existential tunnel vision. There’s always the principle of the butterfly that started a hurricane. Still, it just seems like there are other methods of getting hurricanes initiated (and we do need a few of them, ideologically speaking) that have much better odds of success. Sort of like decreasing volume to increase the frequency of molecular collisions, I guess.

What am I saying? That I want to be a Schweitzer? That I want to abandon my studies (which I worked so hard to be award the privilege of pursuing, not to mention anticipated for so very long) and go off and work in a homeless shelter? Perhaps. But not right now. Rashness is seldom rewarded with success, so, for now, I’ll stay where I am and do the best with the opportunities I’ve been given.

I guess it all goes back to homesickness. I still think about Lipnica a horrid amount, more than I should I suppose. I still think about what I might or might not be missing out on by not teaching there, or what I might not be providing (rather, what I’m definitely not providing) by being here.

Thoughts on Mystery of the Ages

After finishing the two small booklets included in the PCG mailing, I began Mystery of the Ages. It’s been a truly enlightening experience. For one thing, I’ve learned a lot of Armstrongian theology that I wasn’t really aware of. For example, according to Armstrong, humanity was created to finish the job of “beautifying” the earth. (Of course, the ideal of this process are the Ambassador College campuses [140].)

God placed man here to restore the government of God on earth. Lucifer and his angels had been placed here originally. God put them here on an unfinished earth. Remember, God creates in dual stages. Like a woman baking a cake, she bakes first the body of the cake, but it is not finished until she puts on the icing. The substance and body of the earth had been created before the angels were placed here. But God intended for the angels to develop the surface of the earth, to beautify it and improve it. . . .

But Lucifer . . . rebelled. . . .

But still “the icing on the cake” had not been added. God placed man here to do that which the sinning angels had not done (137, 8).

This is a silly reason to create humans. It also seems to make humans little more than a backup plan. “What was God’s ultimate objective for the angels? Beyond question it is that which, now, because of angelic rebellion, has become the transcendent potential of humans” (70)! Armstrong’s angels screwed up, and so God had to create humans. This raises some questions. (One of these questions is a little silly, but I’ll point it out anyway: It makes me wonder about HWA’s materialism. Why? Because it seems a little stupid that he would consider an un-iced cake as unfinished. HWA was always fond of icing, whether the literal kind — I’m assmuing here based on this comment — or the figurative — in the form of all the gold leave and crystal in Ambassador auditorium. Another silly question is HWA’s view of women. He uses this analogy several times — to the point of sickening redundancy — and it’s always a woman baking a cake, as if that’s all she’s good for.) Armstrong often says that Christ’s sacrifice was planned from the “foundations of the earth” (142), but it’s unclear as to whether this was before or after the angelic rebellion. Was it all planned out beforehand, or did God have to alter plans when the angels rebelled? If the answer is the latter, then his criticism against mainstream Christianity can be leveled against him:

Much supposed “Christian” teaching has been that God created the first man a perfect immortal being, but that when God was not looking Satan stole in and wrecked this wonderful handiwork of God. Salvation is then pictured as God’s effort to repair the damage, and to restore mankind back to a condition as good as when God first created him (124).

Yet, since mankind was cut off from the possibility of access to God the Father because of Adam’s sin (128), it could be argued that Armstrong’s theology amounts to the same thing. Christ is to serve as the mediator between God the Father and humans, and this would have been the original state of humanity if indeed Jesus was the God of the Old Testament.

The angels, in turn, had been created to finish the job of creating. This is extremely anthropomorphic. Indeed, the whole second chapter, “The Mystery of Angels and Evil Spirits” abounds in this.

When God created the universe, the angels were supposed to be incredibly happy about this. The creation of the earth “was to provide a glorious opportunity for them. They were to work it, produce from it, and preserve and increase its beauty” (88). This begs the question of why spiritual angels would get any joy out of an eternity spent tending a physical earth. Yet it was more than this, for “whether or not it had been revealed to the angels, it was a supreme trail and test. It was to be the proving ground of obedience to God’s government and their fitness to develop into final finished creation the millions of other planets in the vast universe” (89). It seems that everything in Armstrongian theology is a test from God, despite the fact that God indicates that he does no such thing by saying he tempts no one.

The very reason for angel’s creation shows a weak God: Today, angels “continually walk through the earth to observe and report back to him the overall conditions on earth” (68). God in his omnipotence is not able to do this without the angels’ help, I suppose. He couldn’t even finish creation without them:

To aid them in the work of creating, governing and managing what was to be created, they first of all created other spirit beings on a lower plane than the God family. Angels were created to be ministers, agents, helpers in God’s creation. They were created as servants of the living God (61).

First, the “them” in the first line is God and Jesus, the “God family” which results in Armstrongian duotheism. And the whole passage makes me wonder about God’s omnipotence and omniscience. Couldn’t God handle these things alone? Indeed, why would God create angels? Even if we reject Armstrong’s theory, there seems to be little reason for it. It couldn’t be because he was lonely — that’s a human weakness. It couldn’t be out of boredom — again, a human characteristic. But we’re never really sure, I guess.

The anthropomorphic thought continues when he discusses Satan’s rebellion. Armstrong believes there really was a battle in heaven, as described in Revelation (92). Once he rebelled, Satan “used his subtile [sic] wiles of deception to lead the angels under him into disloyalty, rebellion and revolt against the Creator and finally into a war of aggression and violence to attempt to depose God and seize the throne of the universe” (91). How can spirits wage a violent war with each other? How can a spirit try to overthrow another? The whole imagry requires human form, but of course this is no problem for Armstrong, since God has a spiritual “body” (46, 7).

Finally, after the angels’ rebellion, “God saw that no beling less than God, in the God family, could be certainly relied on never to sin — to be like God — who cannot sin” (94). It seems that the whole angelic rebellion caught God unawares, and the fact that there was actually a “war” (according to Armstrong) backs this up. One can imagine a Milton-esque surprise attack, with the forces of good almost defeated by the initial surprise.

There’s an interesting discrepancy in the chapter entitled, “The Mystery of Civilization.” He writes, “Physically this perfectly created pair [Adam and Eve] had no chronic ailments or tendencies toward diseases or illnesses. This is testified in part by the fac thtat Adam lived to be 930 years old. And for nearly 2,000 year the human life span from Adam to Noah averaged close to 900 years. Think on it! The first man lived nearly one sixth of all the time from human creation until now” (145)! It’s not surprising that Armstrong holds to a literal interpretation of this passage, but it’s fairly interesting that he doesn’t notice the anomalies of such conjecture. If, indeed, Adam lived for such a long time, wouldn’t he probably have been a celebrity after a while? Wouldn’t everyone have thought, “Hey, let’s go see the first human ever!” Indeed, if the average life span was 900 years, there should be archeological evidence of this, references to people living for such a ridiculously long time.

This ridiculousness continues: “Adam and Eve had two sons, Cain and Abel. When they were grown, perhaps till in their teens, Cain became envious and hostile against his brother Abel.” Cain of course murdered his brother and “God sentenced him to become a vagabond and a fugitive” (145). Continuing with the account in Genesis:

Cain said to the LORD, “My punishment is more than I can bear. Today you are driving me from the land, and I will be hidden from your presence; I will be a restless wanderer on the earth, and whoever finds me will kill me.” But the LORD said to him, “Not so; if anyone kills Cain, he will suffer vengeance seven times over.” Then the LORD put a mark on Cain so that no one who found him would kill him (4.13-15).

Now, Cain and Abel were the first born humans, and if this happened when they were only in their teens, where did these other people come from? I can imagine someone putting forth the argument that this dispute took place when Cain and Abel were a few hundred years old, allowing plenty of time for others to be born. Yet Armstrong’s conjecture that this happened when they were in their teens precludes this.

Another interesting outcome of taking it literally that people lived 900 years comes on the next page: “The Bible tells us little of human development prior to Noah, but after 1,500 to 1,600 years human civilization had become so evil that only one man, Noah, remained righteous” (146). This means that all this happened in two generations!

The last topic I’ll deal with is developed directly from the passage about Noah: racism. Armstrong writes that “There was rampant and universal interracial marriage — so exceedingly universal that Noah, only, was unblemished or perfect in his generations — his ancestry. He was of the original white strain” (147). Armstrong provides no Biblical documentation for this conjecture, but why does he have to? He’s the unquestioned leader, God’s called out apostle — no one would ever question this. He continues, “God does not reveal in the Bible the precise origin of the different races. It is evident that Adam and Eve were created white. God’s chosen nation Israel was white. Jesus was white” (148). Once again, no Biblical evidence — probably because it doesn’t exist, and I’m not sure he could twist any scriptures to indicate this.

It seems futile to deny that this is racism. Armstrong contends that “all [Noah’s] ancestry back to Adam was of the one strain, and undoubtedly that happened to be white — not that white is in any sense superior” (148). This seems a half-hearted attempt to avoid the label “racist,” but only an Armstrong apologist would fall for this, I fear.

It is, however, impossible, to deny that Armstrong would have been an advocate of segregation. He says as much in Mystery. “God originally set the bounds of national borders, intending nations to be separated to prevent interracial marriage” (148). He doesn’t use the word here, but he is speaking of segregation plainly. Later, he’s a little more explicit: “God intended to prevent interracial marriages. . . . God had set the bounds of the races, providing for geographical segregation, in peace and harmony but without discrimination” (151). One can only wonder what Armstrong must have thought of the attempts at integration and the civil rights movement in general. Not to disappoint us, Armstrong provides the answer himself: “God had intended geographical segregation, not integration of races” (154). I’ll bet one can find anti-civil rights articles in old issues of the Plain Truth. And I can’t help but wonder what people like the Cowards thought of this?

PCG Literature

I received earlier this week — or perhaps it was late last week — a rather large package from the PCG. (Now that I think about it, it must have been last week.) In it were three books: The Little Book, South Africa in Prophecy, and Mystery of the Ages. I’ve read the first two — The Little Book took about half an hour because it’s only twenty some pages.

It’s really amazing how badly Flurry writes. I wonder if folks had much training in how to write at AC other than the use of small caps and italics. He just changes the subject in the middle of a paragraph, introducing something out of nowhere, then does nothing with it. Here’s a perfect example, right from the first paragraph:

Lange’s Commentary states that Revelation 10 and 11 are one vision. A close study reveals that to be true. The entire vision revolves around the little book. . . . The little book is sweet as honey, but bitter in the belly. It has to do with prophecy. . . . There should be no break between chapters 10 and 11. Revelation 11:1-2 discusses a split in God’s own end-time Church (1).

Perhaps not the best example of what I was discussing — I don’t really care to scour the book looking for an example. All the same, this choppiness is indicative of the book as a whole.

The passage in question reads, “I was given a reed like a measuring rod and was told, ‘Go and measure the temple of God and the altar, and count the worshipers there. But exclude the outer court; do not measure it, because it has been given to the Gentiles. They will trample on the holy city for 42 months'” (NIV). Forty-two months is three and a half years. WCG has been “trampling” for more than three and a half years, I would argue.

Flurry argues that Mystery of the Ages cannot be the little book because “it covers a much more comprehensive subject than the little book” (3). Of course Flurry provides now basis as to how much subject material this little book is supposed to contain, and so it doesn’t follow that Mystery isn’t the little book. He continues, “Mystery of the Ages does not contain seven thunderous messages like a lion’s roar” (3, 4)! However, there are seven chapters in the book, and the definition of “thunderous” is entirely subjective. A minor point, really.

As might be expected, Flurry continues with his anthropomorphic descriptions of God. Writing about the initial revelation of the little book, he says,

The messages of this little book was first revealed 1900 years ago! However, IT WAS NOT WRITTEN UNTIL 1989! . . . If Mr. Armstrong had understood Malachi’s Message, WHICH IS THE LITTLE BOOK, he would have warned us about this Judas-type betrayal. Then God would not know by our fruits who truly loves Him and who doesn’t! God wouldn’t know who would follow Him and who would follow a man (4).

This is a blatant refutation of God’s omnipotence, but he resorts to the same un-Biblical reasoning as proof: “God gives us free moral agency and has chosen not to know our fate individually” (5). This makes almost no sense, as I’ve said before. Humans can choose not to know something, that’s certain. I can choose not to know who won yesterday’s basketball tournament simply by not asking around — by not seeking the information. How could this be possible with God, who is present in all time? All the same, I know to some degree what I’m choosing not to know: I know the nature of the subject matter I’m choosing not to know. I guess the same argument could be made about God. All the same, there seems to be no Biblical support for this idea.

The most interesting thing is that Flurry never proves that Malachi’s Message is this little book — at least not in the way one would expect it. He states it (4), then it’s assumed to be truth: “As we said before, the LITTLE BOOK IS MALACHI’S MESSAGE. And God commands us to “eat it up” (8). Perhaps he waits until the final pages to prove that the little book is Malachi’s Message. “The prophecies reveal that there is always a disturbing connection between an end-time Elijah and the Laodiceans. Do you know of any book on earth that teaches such a message in detail? No other book even comes remotely close. It is clearly Malachi’s Message” (15). If that is supposed to constitute proof, I must say it’s really quite unconvincing. Unless, I’m sure, you’ve already been conditioned to accept anything Flurry says without question.

This idea that there’s only one such book is repeated several times. “There is only one book on this planet that I am aware of that has a chapter — or thunder — about an “End-Time Joshua” (16), he declares, failing to realize that his proof rests on an interpretation of the Bible that he hasn’t proved to many people’s satisfaction. On the next pages, we find, “The PCG has the only book on this earth which proves Mr. Armstrong was the end-time Zerubbabel.” A few lines later, “I know of only one book that reveals this man in a great falling away from God’s truth” (17). At the end, he says, “There is only one little book on planet earth that reveals this greatest catastrophe in the end time” (20)! Once again, I’m not sure how the fact that Flurry is the only one saying such a thing contributes to its validity. “Gary Scott is God!” I’m the only one on earth saying that, but it doesn’t follow that it’s true.

He says in no uncertain terms that,

Malachi’s Message was revealed to me in 1989. GOD REVEALED IT! . . . Malachi’s Message is a new vision from God. It’s a NEW REVELATION — not something somebody already knew!

This new revelation is God’s way of saying that we must give the little book a special importance and the majesty it deserves. Only then can we properly respond to the great Work of God — much of which revolves around the little book (20, 21).

That’s some big claims he’s making for his own work. Of course, it came from God, so he’s really making the claims for God. (It makes me wonder once again, how many times has he read Malachi’s Message? Since it was revealed through him from God, I would think he’d read it many times — at least once a week or so!) He even seems to promote his own writing to a position above the Bible or even Armstrong’s writings: “Malachi’s Message is the centerpiece of God’s work” (22). An organization that says its Christian, yet has a book other than the Bible as its “centerpiece.” A strange situation indeed.

I also got South Africa in Prophecy, specifically because I wanted to see if there was much racism in the book. Not only is it a racist book, but it is also a work of a colonial apologist. Surprisingly, it’s not by Flurry, but instead, Ron Frasier — who wrote the piece on Australia in The Philadelphia Trumpet some time ago.

The thesis seems to be that God gave South Africa to the whites because of his promises to Abraham, and that in turn, the whites are giving it to their traditional enemies. It’s a little unclear who these traditional enemies are, though. One might assume that it’s simply the blacks — those who are “not called” — but there are several references to the ties of the ANC to communism (9, 15), playing on the fears of a Red South Africa. Considering the fact that Armstrong theology has always maintained that the real threat is not from the communist Soviet Union but from a revived Holy Roman Empire led by the Pope and German, this seems a strange change of tactic for the PCG.

Of course there is plenty of the racism I was looking for. (I seem to indict myself by saying that I was looking for it. “If you’re looking for something in a text, you’ll find it,” I’ve said to myself many times. Am I doing the same thing?) Fraser begins this racial diatribe from the beginning, with a startling statement:

A well-orchestrated campaign of disinformation, propaganda, and scurrilous slander has been waged against the South African nation by the combined forces of government officials (both within and without South Africa), the liberal press, leftist church authorities, and the United Nations. The catch phrase of all this as been apartheid — the policy of separate development pursued by the South African government since 1948. What escapes most commentators’ attention is the reality that the whole world has been hoodwinked by this disinformation campaign (4).

I read that and almost fell out of my chair. “He’s an apartheid apologist!” I muttered to myself in disbelief. “Separate development,” he calls it. In Plessy v Ferguson it was called “separate but equal.” In both cases, it resulted in a complete denial of basic human rights to a substantial (often majority) segment of the population based on race.

Fraser minces no words when he talks about race. Here’s a sample of various quotes which can be labeled “racist”:

“God lavished national blessings upon South Africa because a particular race was living within her borders” (23).

“Under British rule, South Africa reaped the blessings of God passed on from Abraham to Ephriam, promises inherited because of their race” (24).

“God showered His blessings on the nations of Israel by allowing the British, Dutch and French to conquer South Africa” (28).

“Land has special meaning for blacks” (36). (As if it doesn’t for whites.)

“It has to do with race, not grace” (52), quoting HWA (The United States and Britain in Prophecy, 1980 edition, 29).

It becomes quite clear that this is a book geared toward racism, but the extent of this ideology is not obvious until the end of the book: “One of the greatest unthruths thus perpetuated in society is that race has no bearing on the achievement levels of various ethnic groups that abound in the melting pot of the earth’s teeming billions of mankind” (52). While Fraser would undoubtedly argue that this is simply because God has blessed the descendants of Abraham, it smacks of the theories in The Bell Curve.

Not only is he a racist, but a colonial apologist: “Colonies formerly governed by a few sterling characters schooled in the administration of a global empire . . .” (49). When I read that to Chhavi, she said, “I have one thing to say to Mr. Fraser: ‘Fuck you.'” I share the sentiment.

One last quote from this most intriguing book: Fraser says that “As Mr. Flurry has written . . . the Russian mind seems to have a particular proclivity to creating, publishing and accepting lies” (17)! Of course, Flurry has lived in Russian long enough to become well-versed in the culture and language and has based this statement on careful sociological and psychological research. He’s not just saying this because the leader of the WCG is of Russian extraction . . .

General Thoughts

Once again I am shocked at how much better things went today. It was so radically different from the stressful disasters of yesterday afternoon. I had IIA for two back-to-back periods and established, for the most part, their general level. Iaa was an absolute dream—those kids really want to learn English. IB was great too—they put forth effort, which is all anyone can ask of them. Instead of being frustrated and tired, I am excited and tired. I lok forward to working with them tomorrow.

Danuta and I ate lunch with the priest who teaches at the school. He is a nice guy, eager to laugh. I like him. I wish my Polish was good enough to discuss matters of religion with him.

Yesterday, as VI was rushing from the classroom, they all folded their hands in prayer and, in unison, said a quick prayer to the crucifix hanging above me at the front of the room. it was surreal and a bit sad—more mindless religious automatons. I hope these kids question things at some point, though it seems doubtful, at best.

An interesting observation I had this morning: Religion is like dancing—without the music, it looks stupid. When I look at the average Christian believer, it is like watching people dance from a sound-proof both. It makes no sense, for I have great reservations about the existence of the god to which they are praying.

I wish I was back at King on a full-time basis: I would be much more outspoken about my new ideas. I am sure I would get a chilly reception from most people.

When I look back at my beliefs in the past I am struck by their incredible ambiguity. (“Give me ambiguity or give me something else.”) If I had been quizzed as a teenager, “Do you believe in Christ? Do you believe in the nature of his existence and sacrifice?” I would have not known how to answer beyond the shrug of my shoulders. This is especially true when you consider the Jewish nature of the old WCG. I did not even consider myself an Christian then, not in the broader sense of the word.

Something Bigger

It has stopped raining though the sky is still gray. The wind has not really calmed but the gusts have become less powerful. I took some pictures of the stream—I will take more when the level returns to normal. It will be good for comparison.

Last night, on the way home, Danuta asked me if I wanted to go to Mass with her today. (I mentioned that I might like to go.) From that came a brief discussion about religion. “You must believe in something,” she said calmly. “You must have something bigger than yourself to rely on.” I did not say this, but that is why man invented religion: WE frail humans felt a need to have something stronger that would eventually pick up the pieces when things go cosmically wrong. How are you going to comfort who’s grieving over someone’s death without religion, without something that can make it all right, can bring justice and fairness to the world? (This of course deals with Western beliefs, not Easter mysticism.) I told her that I rely on myself. “I never felt peace until I admitted to myself that I don’t believe in much of anything.” “I can’t imagine how I could survive without my God,” she said in response. “Have you ever tried, but really did not receive a response. (I did find it surprisingly liberal that she said “my God . . .” I wonder how open to other religions she is.)

Problem of Pain

Like it or not, the question of God’s justice (and therefore, his existence) hinges on the problem of pain.

Imagine that you are creating a fabric of human destiny with the object of making men happy in the end, giving them peace and rest at least. Imagine that you are doing this but it is essential and inevitable to torture to death only one tiny creatures . . . in order to found that edifice on its unavenged tears. Would you consent to be the architect on those conditions?

Those really are the conditions that God, if he is omnipotent, set on himself. And while many argue that Christ avenges those tears, I cannot accept that answer. Like Ivan I cry, “I want it now or not at all.” Damn than higher justice if one innocent must suffer. The only fools who proclaim that none are innocent are those who have never really suffered. No, that is an unfair, uneducated contention, and I take it back. All the same, Christ’s sacrifice seems little compensation. Make innocent suffering alright by more of the same? Can that work?
Have I finally made up my mind that there can be no god whatsoever?

Doubts

In The Search for Significance by Robert McGee, I read the following passage: “We can do nothing to contribute to Christ’s free gift of salvation . . . We are the sinners, the depraved, the wretched, and the helpless.” Does that sound like a healthy attitude? That type of thinking about oneself is at the very core of codependency. Fighting codependency with Christianity is like throwing grease on a fire. McGee goes on to write, “So then, our worth lies in the fact that Christ’s blood has paid for our sins; therefore, we are reconciled to God. We are accepted on that basis alone” (77). This means that God does not accept humanity for its own sake, but rather accepts humans through Christ. In other words, God wants nothing to do with us unless it’s through Christ. I’m worth a little more than that, though.

I keep wanting to talk to my father about this. I want to tell him that I’m not a Christian and I want to explain why. But it’s the initiation of such a conversation that frightens me. I’m not afraid of his reaction — I don’t think he’s going to do something silly and drastic. Still, I know it will disappoint him to some degree. I’m sure he already realizes it to a point, but for me simply to tell him, I think it would be a bit of a shock. I can only imagine what Mom might do. Of course they’ve both changed with the changes in WCG — perhaps they wouldn’t take it as badly as I might expect.

Waco Disaster

After fifty-one days the stand-off with Branch Davidians’ leader David Koresh in Waco is finally over. FBI agents began an assault this morning with tanks, battering down the walls of buildings in the compound, then delivering “non-pyrotechnic” tear gas into the compound. Although the cult members had gas masks authorities said the masks would only remain effective for approximately eight hours. Eight cult members escaped the blaze which grew to an inferno with the aid of thirty-mile-an-hour winds. Cult members shot at firemen as they tried to put out the fire, so all that could be done was to sit and watch the buildings go up in flames. Anywhere from 17 to 25 children were in the compound and I believe two of them were among the eight that escaped death.

Senator Arlen Specter (R-Penn) has already called for an investigation into the whole affair. It will be interesting to see what becomes of it. There’s been stories that of the four federal agents killed in the raid, three were killed by friendly fire. If all were killed by friendly fire then this could become an enormous scandal.

There’s no doubt that this will be compared to the Jim Jones People’s Temple mass suicide of the seventies. It will be fascinating to read books concerning this, books that compare this to the Jonestown massacre.

I’ve been working on an idea for a story about Abraham. I’ll put my notes in here now.

Abraham couldn’t believe what he was hearing. The creator of the cosmos, the sustainer of life, the only omnipotent and all knowing being in the universe had just told Abraham to kill his own son. God was supposed to be all good and all loving. Above all, God did his own killing. When towns needed wiping out, God did it himself; an earthquake, fire from heaven or a flood; whatever it took, but God did take care of it himself. He was his own hit man, and he did his own dirty work. And he certainly never asked someone to compromise their morals.

Yet here was God telling Abraham to kill his own son. The very concept seemed so far fetched.

Abraham had always been a loyal follower of his God and did whatever he thought was God’s will. Now he wasn’t so sure. God had just told him to kill his only son, his pride and joy for which he had waited a full lifetime. God had promised that child to him, and now he was asking Abraham to sacrifice his son Isaac. Abraham had never killed anyone in his life. And now his God was expecting him to kill his own son.

God always did his own killing, though, and that’s what bothered Abraham. It certainly wasn’t something God was comfortable with, or enjoyed doing. At least Abraham hoped so. He was having some doubts about that, though. After all, here God was, asking a man to kill another human. Not just another human, his own son. Did God get some sort of sadistic pleasure out of blind faith such as he was asking? Had God given Isaac to Abraham just to provide an innocent victim to test Abraham? Certainly that’s what God was doing, testing Abraham. But that seemed so unlike God. God was omnipotent. God knew the strength of Abraham’s faith. He also knew the strength of Abraham’s morals. God didn’t need to test Abraham. Sadism seemed the only logical conclusion, then.

Abraham was caught in a dilemma. Which did he compromise? God’s direct command or his own morals. Here begins Abraham’s consideration. Does one have a responsibility to God so great that it over-rides all moral considerations? Are morals more important than a command by God? And what would God have done if Abraham had refused to sacrifice Isaac? Would he have found someone else? Would he have honored Abraham’s decision, maybe even finding favor in Abraham’s moral strength? Was it an open ended test, so that no matter what Abraham chose it would have been right in some way? Or was God looking for an unquestioning follower who had such faith in him that he would even adjust his ethics to obey God? Which is more important: ethics or faith? And would God have even asked Abraham to do such a thing? Would God test someone like that? And then this leads to a questioning of the story of Lot.

I’ll have to do some thinking about this, but I think this has definite possibilities if I handle it well. I can just see this turning eventually into a best-selling novel that is just received incredibly well…the Nobel Prize…the Pulitzer… :)

Silliness of “Satanism”

Soon April will be upon us…it cannot come too soon for me, nor can May. All of a sudden time is at a stand-still. The past few days have just crawled by. It seems like it will take forever to get to finals and get this semester over. I like all my classes, but I’m just getting tired of them, I guess. I want a change.

I was looking around on Prodigy today and it was interesting reading about self-professing vampires, Satanists and a guy who claimed to have an alien in his basement. It was all intriguing, and very amusing. An interesting thing I noticed about most of the “vampires” though…none were subscribers…all ID codes ended with B, or C, even E. So they’re still living at home (not that I can knock that), probably high school age and just doing this to get attention. I’m sure of it with one girl. Everytime someone asks her a question about her age or her parent’s knowledge (or lack of) concerning her “vampirism” she always responds, “What do you mean?” or “Why?” That to me is saying, “You think I’m weird, strange and bizzare, possibly sick, and you wonder if my parents know about it.” I don’t guess that really explains it, but there’s just something in how she asks the questions, as if all she’s wanted was someone to inquire about her beliefs. I’ve thought about saying something to that effect, but I figured it would be useless and sound a bit closed-minded. I must admit, though, when it comes to “vampires” I am a bit cynical about their existence. If people do exist that have a craving for blood I’m sure it’s psychological and not physical. When I’ve bit my tongue or something like that I’ve tasted my own blood and it doesn’t taste too appetizing. Someone said that there’s scientific evidence that healthy human blood is better for you than any kind of food. Well, of course this individual didn’t give any sort of documentation. Makes me wonder, if it’s so good, why not drink your own blood? Another, more disgusting thing is why not suck on a used tampon? It’s a disgusting thought, but it would seem to be the most “nutritious” blood in the body, seeing as what it was intended for. I think they’re all just a bunch of teenagers trying to be different and original, desperately seeking attention. Same with the guy who claimed to have an alien in his basement. Of course there’s no way to prove that he ever had such a thing because he blew it away with his big, phallic 44 magnum.

Another interesting thing from Prodigy is a Satanic ritual that Scott Lewis (who himself is a “C”) described. I’ll just type the whole thing in here…

For this ritual, you will need; your altar with your black altar cloth, a piece of typing paper with a black inverted cross drawn on it, and either black or red candles…

Tape the inverted cross on your wall behind the altar. Place three candles on your alter; one on the left of the cross, one on the right of the cross and one just below it. With the candles lit, you are ready to begin. You will perform this ritual nude (I do almost ALL of mine nude). Begin by bowing to the south, then to the east, then to the north and finally to the west, repeating “Natas Liah” each time. Later, you will invoke different names at each point, but since Satan is the supreme ruler, it is not really wrong to invoke him at all points, as the kings of these respective points bow to him also.

Now, recite the lord’s prayer backwards, that was part of your first lesson, I believe. Recite this while facing south. Then repeat the bows to the four points and when you finish, lie down on the floor. Now, call to mind the most lustful idea you can imagine, and enjoy your lustful thoughts. End with this prayer while facing south:

My lord Satan,

You are the supreme Evil,

You are the supreme power,

I love and adore you above all,

You are my master.

SO MOTE IT BE

Blow out the right candle, then the center one, and finally the left.

“Well, isn’t that special?” Well, let’s take a look at the Christian images in there, shall we? First of all, we have the inverted cross, something about which I’ve always wanted to ask him. Secondly, we have the reversal of the Lord’s Prayer (I wonder what that’s supposed to accomplish). Lastly, there’s the play on the Trinity with the three candles. Of course there are more subtle Christian influences…such as the idea of lust being evil, therefore pleasing to Satan. I realize that those who worship Set-hem may be worshipping a completely different deity with no connection whatsoever to Christianity. However, with his constant references to sin and other such strong Christian influences I find it difficult to believe that Scott Lewis is much more than a rebellious individual who’s had a bad experience with Christianity (which is not difficult to experience these days) and is just doing all this as sort of a game with himself. To anger his protestant parents he’s gone a step beyond atheism in an attempt to anger them and said, “Hey, I’ll ‘worship’ the very entity that they call evil.”

Biblical Truth

From Prodigy (3/14/93 @ 8:26 PM) there was a note from one Richard Hunt (GCCS87A) that eloquently sums up my opinion of the Bible:

It is not necessary for the Bible to be an accurate historical record for it to be true. The Bible is not a history book but instead a record of men’s encounters with God as remembered and interpreted by the men themselves. Because the encounters are necessarily interpreted by men and reduced to human (and therefore limited) language, they may not accurate reflect God’s own characteristics or motivations. In fact, there are sound literary and historical reasons to view the Bible, and especially the Old Testament, as the record of a developing understanding of God, not as a static revelation.

That is awesome. I need to think about that some more, though.

Religious Frustration

Man, my parents are so wrapped up in this religion thing. It’s disgusting. We were talking on the way home from Mrs. Fellers’ whether they think it was right for that dude (the Suicide Doctor) to be prosecuted for murder. That’s wrong. Immorally wrong and offensively wrong. Dad even agreed with me at first. He said, “You’d think that a person has the right to die,” and I was shocked. But then he “came back to his senses.” He said, “But that’s not what God said.” And did all that shit. It’s disgusting. If there’s a God and if he really loves humans he’s not going to make people suffer endlessly by saying it’s wrong to kill yourself.

And another thing. God didn’t make people to be imbeciles. We have some intelligence and for dad to say that he’s still living because God wants him here is not necessarily the case. He survived getting run over by a truck when he was young because of the skill of the doctors. God didn’t create the world as a puppet stage where he controls ever little move and that nothing’s possible without his divine intervention. That’s sick to think of God in those terms. He made people to think for themselves and learn things and practice what they’ve learned. But people are too stupid to do that.