WiW: Creation Science

I’m taking a systematic theology class at my church, and we have a fair bit of reading each week. Like most of my (non-internet) reading, my systematic theology reading is generally done on the lam, in snatches here and there between activities or in the bath.

This habit of squeezing reading into every available moment does wonders for getting me through vast quantities of material in relatively short amounts of time–but it means that I rarely have opportunity to annotate like I would prefer to do.

But chapter 15 of Wayne Grudem’s Systematic Theology forces me to annotate, even if it means dripping water on the pages or getting through less material per session due to digging around in my purse for a pen.

Chapter 15 is about creation–a topic I have decided interest in (and opinions about.)

Chapter 15 includes items like this:

Derek Kidner notes that Scripture stands “against every tendency to empty human history of meaning…in presenting the tremendous acts of creation as a mere curtain-raiser to the drama that slowly unfolds through the length of the Bible. The prologue is over in a page; there are a thousand to follow.”

By contrast, Kidner notes that the modern scientific account of the universe, true though it may be, “overwhelms us with statistics that reduce our apparent significance to a vanishing-point. Not the prologue, but the human story itself, is now the single page in a thousand, and the whole terrestrial volume is lost among uncatalogued millions.”

Scripture gives us the perspective on human significance that God intends us to have.

I appreciate Grudem’s (and Kidner’s) recognition of the emphasis God places on humanity in the creation of the world–but I respectfully submit that neither Grudem nor Kidner have adequate understanding of what creation says about the role of humanity.

Far from intimating that humanity is small and insignificant in light of the enormity of the cosmos, modern day physics and cosmology suggests exactly the opposite. The “anthropic principle”, first presented by Brandon Carter in 1973 and since attested to by abundant research, posits that the universe exists in precisely the way it would have to exist for humanity to exist.

As Patrick Glynn puts it in God: The Evidence (which I am currently reading):

“…the anthropic principle says that all the seemingly arbitrary and unrelated constants in physics have one strange thing in common–these are precisely the values you need if you want to have a universe capable of producing life.

In essence, the anthropic principle came down to the observation that all the myriad laws of physics were fine-tuned from the beginning of the universe for the creation of man–that the universe we inhabit appeared to be expressly designed for the emergence of human beings.”

Contrary to Kidner’s intimation of what modern science says about humanity in light of the universe, the anthropic principle says that the vastness of the universe (from the speed of the universe’s expansion to the constant governing gravity to the exact temperature of stars) exists so that humanity might exist.

Physics and astronomy, for all its looking at the inanimate universe, says an awful lot about the importance of humanity.

A quote from There is a God by Antony Flew (once the world’s most famous atheist, who became a theist prior to his death) further illustrates this point (I paraphrase the first bit, which takes over a page in the book, before quoting directly in the indented section below):

“Imagine entering a hotel room on your next vacation. The CD player is playing a track from your favorite recording. The print over the bed is identical to the one over the fireplace in your home. The room is scented with your favorite fragrance. The minibar is stocked with your favorite beverages and snacks. The book on the desk is the next volume by your favorite author. All the grooming products in the bathroom are the brands you prefer. The TV is tuned to your favorite station.

“…You would certainly be inclined to believe that someone knew you were coming.

That vacation scenario is a clumsy, limited parallel to the so-called fine-tuning argument…. “The more I examine the universe and study the details of its architecture,” write physicist Freeman Dyson, “The more evidence I find that the universe in some sense knew we were coming.”…

Let’s take the most basic laws of physics. It has been calculated that if the value of even one of the fundamental constants–the speed of light or the mass of an electron, for instance–had been to the slightest degree different, then no planet capable…of human life could have formed.”

In other words, the one who created the universe’s laws created them with humanity in mind.

Absolutely incredible.

I suggest a different hypothesis for why God had creation take one page of Scripture while the rest of the pages are occupied by the human story.

Perhaps God saw no need to repeat himself multiple times. Why would he need to explicate every aspect of the creation when he has designed the universe such that we can observe his acts of creation and see in them his activity?

While I greatly respect Grudem, I feel that he, like many others, has fallen into the error of thinking that the Bible and the physical universe are at odds with one another, when they are in fact in perfect agreement (since the God who cannot lie was the author of both).


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I met a man

I had just passed a semi and was entering into auto-mode when the car in front of me braked, turned on its blinker, and drove off onto the shoulder.

At first, I thought it was going to turn–on Highway 30, it’s normal for cars to pull off onto the shoulder prior to a turn, allowing those behind them to pass on their way to wherever they’re going.

But as I got closer, I realized that there was no road on which to turn off–and that the vehicle belonged to the Nebraska State Patrol.

Huh, I thought, wonder what he’s doing.

He pulled out behind me and turned on his lights.

It was my turn to pull off.

When he knocked on my window and asked for my driver’s license, registration, and insurance, I took forever to get my insurance. It’d been a long day in Grand Island and my eyes couldn’t focus on the date on the insurance card. I didn’t want to accidentally give the officer an expired insurance card.

But, at last, I determined that it was the current card. I handed it over, wondering if the officer would ever tell me why he’d pulled me over.

At last, he revealed: “I pulled you over for speeding. Speeding while passing is illegal in the state of Nebraska.”

He took my information back to his cruiser. I laid my head back on my headrest and wished for it to all be over.

Passing. I should have known. I always pass fast, eager to get back onto the right side of the road as quickly as possible. I should have known that would be illegal.

He came back at last, his clipboard in hand.

“I’m going to have to give you a ticket,” he said, “because you were going so fast.”

“You slowed down right after passing–I know it wasn’t your intent to speed. I took five miles off the speed I clocked you at–that’ll save you fifty dollars.”

He gave me all the details, had me sign his copy of the ticket, wished me a safe drive.

I put away my license, registration, and insurance card. I laid the ticket on the seat beside me. I started the car and drove off, already starting to tear up.

He had been the first non-institutionalized potentially-single man I’d met in months.

Will it ever get easier, being a single woman in a world with no prospects?


Thankful Thursday: Things

Last night, my Bible study played games to see off one of our own who is heading to Los Angeles to do inter-cultural missions with refugees and immigrants.

We played the game “Things”–and boy did we come up with some funny things.

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This week I’m thankful…

…for things that make me think
Brushing up my knowledge on celiac-sprue, contemplating the free will of God, trying to comprehend rolling six-month weight loss statistics (that have denominators of around 100 despite having ~250 instances.)

…for things that make me smile
The resident who blessed me–not after a sneeze but after a conversation. “Bless you,” he said as he wheeled himself away. A picture of Little Miss in her adorable bumblebee costume, sent to my cell phone courtesy of her mother, my sister-in-law. Playing games with my favorite girls around a coffee shop table.

…for things that I read
Antony Flew’s There is a God, reminding me again of God’s greatness as shown through general revelation. Melinda’s story of how she met and married her husband, rejoicing my heart in God’s faithfulness to her both in her singleness and now as she embarks on marriage. A blogger I’ve followed off and on for years who announced that she and her husband are seeking a divorce, driving me to pray in a way I haven’t prayed for a long time.

…for things that I see
The sun rising in the morning and setting at night. The leaves of trees turning and falling. The lines in the middle of the road. The writing on the page and the type on the computer screen.

…for things that I hear
The laughter of friends as we play together. The sound of my big sister’s voice as she reads over the phone to my little sister. The alarm in the morning, urging me forward.

…for the One who holds all things together

“He is the image of the invisible God, the firstborn of all creation. For by him all things were created, in heaven and on earth, visible and invisible, whether thrones or dominions or rulers or authorities—all things were created through him and for him. And he is before all things, and in him all things hold together. And he is the head of the body, the church. He is the beginning, the firstborn from the dead, that in everything he might be preeminent. For in him all the fullness of God was pleased to dwell, and through him to reconcile to himself all things, whether on earth or in heaven, making peace by the blood of his cross.”

~Colossians 1:15-20 (ESV)


The Blasphemy of Christian Divorce

Divorce is a nasty thing. Almost everyone is willing to agree with that. It breaks apart families, scars children, and destabilizes culture. We know this.

But nearly everyone insists that their case is different.

After all, you just don’t understand how unhappy I/he/the children are with things the way they are. You don’t understand how I/he/we have changed since we first made our vows. You don’t understand how we just can’t resolve this/these issue/s.

Yes, divorce is painful–but don’t you dare judge me for this. I’m just doing what I have to do. I’m a victim, my ex is a victim, my kids are victims. None of us are to blame for this divorce. It just had to happen.

Don’t worry. We’re amicable. We’re doing divorce like it should be done, looking out for the interests of the children. We’re not squabbling about who gets what. We’re addressing this like rational adults, like Christians–that is, except that we’re blaspheming the name of the Lord.

A little harsh?

I don’t think so.

I am convinced that the very concept of “Christian divorce” is blasphemy against a faithful God.

Why?

Because Christian marriage (actually all marriage, but Christian marriage especially) is designed to be a reflection of God’s relationship with mankind.

“Wives, submit to your own husbands, as to the Lord. For the husband is head of the wife, as also Christ is head of the church; and He is the Savior of the body. Therefore, just as the church is subject to Christ, so let the wives be to their own husbands in everything.

Husbands, love your wives, just as Christ also loved the church and gave Himself for her, that He might sanctify and cleanse her with the washing of water by the word, that He might present her to Himself a glorious church, not having spot or wrinkle or any such thing, but that she should be holy and without blemish. So husbands ought to love their own wives as their own bodies; he who loves his wife loves himself. For no one ever hated his own flesh, but nourishes and cherishes it, just as the Lord does the church. For we are members of His body, of His flesh and of His bones. “For this reason a man shall leave his father and mother and be joined to his wife, and the two shall become one flesh.” This is a great mystery, but I speak concerning Christ and the church. Nevertheless let each one of you in particular so love his own wife as himself, and let the wife see that she respects her husband.”

~Ephesians 5:22-33

In a very real sense, every Christian marriage is like Hosea’s marriage–a prophetic picture of God’s love for and faithfulness towards the one to whom He has espoused Himself.

And when Christians divorce, the moral of our story reads that God is unfaithful, that God bails when the going gets tough.

In other words, when Christians divorce, we write a blasphemous play in which God is unfaithful.

Furthermore, as Christians, we testify that God makes the broken whole, that God redeems sinners, that God’s love covers a multitude of sins.

When we, as Christians, divorce, we testify with our lives that God is not able to make our broken marriage whole. We say that God cannot redeem THAT sinner. We say that God’s love is not enough to cover HIS (or HER) sins.

We blaspheme the name of the Lord.


Please do not think that divorce is the only way Christians blaspheme. In fact, it could be said that we blaspheme every time we lie, steal, cheat, fornicate, remain unforgiving, etc. But I don’t see the evangelical church excusing those sins in the same way I see them excusing divorce. That’s why I single out divorce–not because it’s the only example of lifestyle blasphemy, but because it has become a normative and acceptable part of the evangelical experience. This ought not be so.

At the same time, I must also point my readers towards the Scriptural teachings on divorce–teachings which give guidelines for divorce in the case of sexual immorality and when an unbelieving spouse divorces his/her believing spouse. See Matthew 19:9 for the former and I Corinthians 7:12-15 for the latter.


The Gist of the Book (My thoughts on Deeane Gist)

Disclaimer: I’m going to give some definite spoilers of Deeane Gist’s Measure of a Lady (as I remember it, which may or may not be how it is actually written) in the below–and use some words that aren’t always child-friendly (although I’ve discovered that they’re rather common in the ESV translation of Hosea.) Be forewarned.

Rachel van Buren is mannerly, modest and utterly self-righteous. Even if she and her younger brother and sister are stuck (for the time being) in sinful San Francisco, she’s determined to uphold her standards of morality.

When her brother goes whoring and her sister becomes one, Rachel responds in anger and judgment. Not so much because she is concerned for her siblings, but because she is concerned with how that all reflects on her (even though she is clearly not susceptible to such evil.)

But Rachel is in for a surprise when she discovers that she’s not so immune to temptation herself.

The Measure of a Lady was the first Deeanne Gist book I read, and I loved it. I appreciated how Rachel came to see that sin was inside her (rather than external to her) through the temptation that is Johnnie Parker. And I appreciated how Rachel came to understand that physical desire is not sinful within appropriate boundaries (that is, marriage). I excused Gist’s more-explicit content because I felt it served the story well. I didn’t see it as gratuitous.

Then I recently read A Bride Most Begrudging and A Bride in the Bargain, both books about one of my favorite scenarios–marriage between strangers. From my early teens, I’ve been fascinated by the topic and its many fictional variations. I loved Lori Wick’s Sean Donovan, Donovan’s Daughter, and The Princess; Janette Oke’s A Bride for Donovan; and Jane Peart’s Valiant Bride. Gist’s “A Bride…” seemed likely to fit into the same general genre.

And so they did, with interesting variations on the theme.

But Gist’s novels also brought up some teenage reading I’d rather have forgotten and left long so. The explicit content continued, only this time with no apparent bearing on the plot.

While not as explicit as today’s Harlequins, Gist’s novels are in line with the Harlequins of the late 70s–the books that acted as a gateway drug for me, introducing me to images and patterns of thought that I still have to actively make war against.

Maybe I’ve not touched the drugs in years, but if the 70s Harlequins I read as a teen were Marlboros passed in the school bathroom, Gist’s books are trendy clove cigarettes smoked in an indie coffee shop. A drug by any other name…

I enjoy Gist’s plots. I like her characters. She’s not a bad author. But I won’t be reading her books any longer.

Like a recovering alcoholic hanging out in a bar, nothing good will come of me reading these. Better to renew my mind in holiness than to encourage it in wickedness.


WiW: Grown-up Girl

What makes a boy into a man?

Is it the growth of facial hair, the deepening of the voice, the sudden sprout of long limbs?

Is it finally learning to shave without (too many) strips of toilet paper on one’s face, learning to speak without squeaking, learning to walk comfortably with those new long limbs?

Or is it something else entirely, something not physiological, something beyond development?

Jo (of Three Star Night) quotes a Glamour article that posits that the difference between boys and men is that men have steady jobs, own houses, and generally settle down.

Jo disagrees somewhat:

“Boys want a great number of things. Men will sacrifice to achieve those goals. He will make sacrifices to hold down a job, to pay the rent, to commit to a church, and commit to a woman. Ironically enough, the thought of making that sacrifice should shake a man’s confidence. But the man of God isn’t confident in his own strength, he is confident in the strength that God gives. God’s strength is made perfect in weakness for us all.”

Recently I’ve been thinking about the difference not just between boys and men but more generally between kids and adults.

Likely it’s just growing pains, but I’m not sure whether I like this whole “adult” gig.

Getting up morning after morning and going to work. Sticking something out even after it becomes mundane (as opposed to my previous academic lifestyle where I switched things up every semester–with new classes, new students, new subject matter.) Not getting a break every 8 weeks or so.

I still feel like I’m fumbling to find my way in this grown-up world.

I want grown-up life to be easy–but isn’t that just another example of my immaturity? Don’t grown-ups recognize that life isn’t easy and deal with it? Instead, I find myself imagining a hundred scenarios that might allow me to escape the grown-up drudgery of office, home, sleep, rinse and repeat.

I have plenty of wants–I want a clean home, time to craft, a husband beside me, and a house full of children. I want to quit my job (not because I dislike what I do, but because I dislike having to do it daily). I want to own a house. I want to grow a garden. I want to have more time to read, to ride my bicycle, to take pictures. I want, I want, I want.

Like a child in a toy store, I’m full of wants, sometimes even demands.

So often, still, I speak like a child, I reason like a child, I act like a child.

But I don’t want to remain a child. I want to be a grown-up–if I only knew what a grown-up was.

I certainly hope being grown-up doesn’t mean mere resignation to monotony or having work define one’s life.

But I think I’m beginning to see that being a grown-up does have an aspect of contented obedience. It’s faithfully being a steward of the time I’ve been given; a faithful steward of the job, the relationships, the home, the stuff I’ve been given. It’s faithfully leading the young hearts that have been entrusted to my care in Sunday School. It’s faithfully going to work and doing my best.

Being a grown-up doesn’t mean resignation–it means willful, obedient contentment.

Lord, would you help me mature into that kind of grown-up girl.


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Working on a Saturday

I’ve no time to talk. I’ll be back at work today, doing something decidedly unusual for me.

I’ll be cooking, a task I am rather looking forward to.

I don’t intend it to be a long term thing, but I do like the novelty for now. Just the sort of thing to shake me from the “I’ve been doing the same thing every day for a year” doldrums of early professional life.

And someday, I’ll have something to blog about again :-)


Thankful Thursday: Morning

Mornings have been tough recently. When dawn breaks later and later and the air beyond my bedcovers is cold, I don’t like to get up.

Yet God reminds me of His great faithfulness every morning when I awake again.

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Today I’m thankful…

…that the sun rises every morning, faithfully in accordance with the season

…for the daylight lamp on a timer that helps me pretend it’s still summer

…for the “Have a good day” Anna and I share each morning as we head to our respective workplaces

…for the all-to-common mornings where I linger in bed only to rush with a panic to get myself ready for work

…for the rare but blissful mornings where I’m up perfectly on time and have opportunity to spend time in the Word and do dishes before work

…that God’s mercies, like the sun’s rays, are new every morning, consistent and reliable


Status updates

I’d been trying to get a hold of my little brother for weeks–and not just to chew him out for the birthday celebration that was (in my humble opinion) ill-advised. I was trying to get ahold of him because I hadn’t talked to him for a while and because I missed him.

So when I saw on Facebook that his relationship status had changed to “In a Relationship”, I was a bit disappointed.

And when he finally called a week later to ask if there were any boys around for him to beat up (Try as I might to make them understand, none of my brothers seem to have gotten it through their heads that at some point they might not want to be repelling all of their sisters’ potential suitors!), I chastised him for not calling me earlier.

He hemmed and hawed, talked about the distance between here and California, so on and so forth.

I told him I understood–and didn’t expect we’d stay as connected as when we were both in Lincoln. “But just keep me updated,” I requested.

In the past few days, he’s been faithful to keep me updated, little pings in my text message mailbox at all hours:

“Hey I’m eating pizza”

“At chow hall bout to go to church”

“Oh BTW I went to chow a while back”

“Just got done with field day………Prolly gonna go to sleep in like an hour…. :)”

I’ve been texting him back. Smiley faces. “Like”. The occasional personal update:

“On my way back from Grand Island. It’s really starting to feel like Fall, what with the wind blowing cold and the trees about half turned.”

It’s silly stuff, overwhelmingly mundane.

The sort of stuff I see on Facebook every day.

But these status updates aren’t the impersonal blobs on Facebook. These are opportunities to interact with and enjoy my brother.

I wouldn’t trade them for a dozen Facebooks.


Nightstand (October 2011)

When bloggers write that they’d almost forgotten (or comment that they HAD forgotten) their Nightstand posts, I tend to gasp in astonishment.

Forget a Nightstand?

Certainly not my M.O. I eagerly anticipate the fourth Tuesday of the month, adding items to my Nightstand post as I finish them up. Frequently, I spend the fourth Monday of the month putting the finishing touches on my post–and check my reader right after finishing up to find that the link-up is open. Score!

Until this month, where I actually (completely) forgot that this was the fourth Tuesday of the month. Despite having made additions to my post prior to my trip to the library in Lincoln this weekend, I failed to make the connection that this week was the fourth.

So I was surprised when I opened my reader this morning to see Nightstand post sprouting all over. Alas, I had less than five minutes before I needed to leave for Grand Island, so my post had to wait until after I was home (and would have to be sans photographs-sad day!)

Anyhow, this month I read:

Adult Fiction

  • A Bride in the Bargain by Deeanne Gist
  • A Bride most Begrudging by Deeanne Gist
  • Fat Chance by Deborah Blumenthal
    Maggie O’Leary is a fat girl who’s embraced her fatness and turned it into a lucrative career–columnist of the popular “Fat Chance” which encourages women to embrace their size. But then she gets a call from Hollywood heartthrob Mike Taylor, asking her to help him understand the mind of the fat people for his upcoming movie. Now Maggie’s singing a different tune, eager to lose weight to impress Taylor. The “fat” part was great (I actually agree with quite a few of her columns), the story okay, the sex totally not okay.
  • Maris by Grace Livingston Hill
    I’ve decided that Hill is slightly obsessed with mothers and with mother/child relationships. I found it distressing, though, that Maris was engaged to be married to someone her parents (indeed, her whole family) dislikes, and the whole family chose to “grin and bear it” rather than raise their objections to her.
  • My Lord John by Georgette Heyer
    Historical fiction (not a romance) from the time of King Richard II of England to King Henry IV as told from the perspective of Henry IV’s son John. Absolutely fascinating. If I’d read the preface, I’d have known this was Heyer’s last work, published posthumously–and I wouldn’t have been so surprised when it breaks of mid-sentence in part four. Even unfinished, this is a remarkable piece of history and fiction.
  • She Makes it Look Easy by MaryBeth Whalen

Adult Non-fiction

  • Biblical Authority by James T. Draper Jr, & Kenneth Keathley
  • Culture of Corruption by Michelle Malkin
    An indictment of Obama’s “business-as-usual” bent, with in-depth analysis of the company he keeps. My full review here.
  • Over-diagnosed by Drs Welch, Schwartzz, and Woloshin
    Subtitled “Making people sick in the pursuit of health”, this book describes the phenomenon of diagnosing people with (and treating people for) “problems” that aren’t yet actually problems. A fascinating book that has made me rethink my approach to preventative medicine. You can read my full review here.
  • The Wilder Life by Wendy McClure
    Wendy McClure takes her childhood obsession with the Little House books to a new level as an adult–buying a dash churn, re-reading the books with her live-in boyfriend, and traveling to all the Little House sites. I read this based on Jennifer’s review at 5M4B–and agree wholeheartedly with her recommendation.

Juvenile Fiction

  • The Brownie and the Princess by Louisa May Alcott
  • Cam Jansen and the Mystery of the Circus Clow by David A Adler
  • Down the Rabbit Hole by Peter Abrahams
    The same author I’ve been reading in adult fiction, now with a juvenile novel. This modern tale of a topsy-turvy world is probably my favorite of his so far.
  • The Pizza Mystery created by Gertrude Chandler Warner
  • Semiprecious by D. Anne Love
  • Young Cam Jansen and the Ice Skate Mystery by David A. Adler

Thanks to a trip to Lincoln this weekend to see my Marine brother (returned from his military training and ready to resume normal reservist activities), I was able to stock up on a whole slew of books. 84 to be exact–except that I already read the two by Gist above and the one by Whalen, and started a dozen others.

Which might explain my silence this weekend/early week. I’ve been either spending time with family or reading.

Which is not an altogether bad use of my time, if I do say so myself.

Don’t forget to drop by 5 Minutes 4 Books to see what others are reading this month!

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