God in a Box: Encountering a Biblical Worldview

As usual, we’re going to take a walk through logic–only this time, we’ll look at the logic of a biblical worldview itself.

Some people, who call themselves Christians, when describing their own theology, show that they would really rather not land on anything very specific. Their beliefs may be pretty eclectic, collected from other philosophies or worldviews. They might agree that Jesus rose from the dead, or perhaps that He was just a great teacher. They might believe the Bible is only partially true, much of it symbolic or figurative language, certainly not all of it relevant. Perhaps they believe the universe could not possibly have been created in six days. Or that there are many paths to heaven.

Let’s start with the very basic, foundational belief, which allows us to walk down a logical road: the belief that Christ died on a cross and rose again from the dead. This would imply something supernatural. Indeed, it affirms that Christ is God.

If Christ is God, how did He communicate to mankind? He chose to communicate through His word, the Bible. The Gospel of John says, “In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was in the beginning with God. All things came into being by Him, and apart from Him nothing came into being that has come into being. In Him was life, and the life was the light of men” (John 1:1-4). Of course, if you deny that the Bible is the Word of God, your train of logical thought stops there.

However, if you agree that Christ rose from the dead, you must somehow take a logical misstep to deny that the Bible, His Word, is true. It is either all true or not at all. If it is not at all true, then Christ did not rise from the dead; it’s just myth. Which do you believe?

Let’s take this logical train in reverse now. If you believe that Christ rose from the dead, but that the Bible, His word, is not completely true, then how can you believe that Christ is God? If His word is not true, then He is a liar. Then He cannot be God.

Some would like to choose which parts of the Bible they can agree with. Some of it is just too hard. That Adam and Eve story, for instance. Just myth, don’t you think? And how about the flood? Sure, it probably did flood, but not worldwide. Not really. But you see, if you decide what is true or untrue, what is or is not relevant, in the Bible, you make yourself the authority, not God.

However, nothing in God’s character would show that He is only partly true. He keeps His word; He fulfills His promises. The Old Testament is replete with prophecies, some of which came true within a generation or two, and others which took centuries to fulfill. Some will be fulfilled at the end of time. Jesus Christ, walking the earth, healing the sick and the lame, being crucified and rising again, fulfilled hundreds of prophecies to the letter. Partly true, or fully true?

Christ is not the only way to heaven? Depends on what you believe? Again, the Bible says that He is the only way to the Father. Going back down that logical train, you would indeed have to believe that Christ, who was raised from the dead, is God, and that His Word is true, in order to believe that He is the only way to heaven. The question gets begged, why would you want to go to a heaven whose God you do not believe anyway?

As for creation in six days or countless millennia, to say that God could not have created the universe in six days is to limit Him, to put Him in a box. Could He create the universe? “Yes, but not in six days.” Really? So He can create anything, but not on His terms–just on yours? I’m not willing to limit His power according to my own limited perspective. I’m willing to believe that the God who raised Christ from the dead in order to save me from the penalty of sin could create the universe and all within it, to look exactly as it does today, in the amount of days He chose. I’m willing to keep Him the authority rather than making myself the authority.

Finally, I must encourage my readers to understand that to define faith based on your own perspective is dangerous. I believe in Christ alone, through faith alone, by grace alone, communicated by His Word alone. Anything else is to create a new religion. Any single part of the Christian faith, taken alone and expanded, added to, or misshapen, is a new religion. We are warned not to trust any warping, reshaping, adding to, or redefining that pure Word of God.

I tremble at the idea of redefining my faith, my God, or His action on the cross to atone for sins. He purchased me with His blood, that I might be His own, to the glory of His name. Though I cannot fully understand it all, nor can I fathom the mind of God, I will not try to redefine it so that it is more palatable or “relevant.”

“See to it that no one takes you captive through hollow and deceptive philosophy, which depends on human tradition and the basic principles of this world rather than on Christ. For in Christ all the fulness of the Deity lives in bodily form, and you have been given fullness in Christ, who is the head over every power and authority.” Colossians 2:8-9

Pick up the Bible if you haven’t read it before. A good place to start is the gospel of John. For outside reading, I recommend:

Kevin DeYoung’s Daily Doctrine, a readable collection of Christian doctrine. I read one topic each day (manageable 500-word topics).

R.C. Sproul’s Knowing Scripture.

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Distraction: keep ’em off-topic

The story goes like this: fugitive peasants being chased by authorities would drag a bunch of fish across their trail as they escaped, in an effort to divert the attention of the tracking dogs. Another story tells of hunters tying fish to a string and dragging them along a trail to train their dogs.

Either way, these stories tell the origin of the term “Red Herring.” Today, when someone accuses the other of using a Red Herring, he does not refer to someone who loves to drag fish around. He refers to a logical fallacy, the fallacy of distraction.

Red Herrings appear in many forms. They can be ad hominem fallacies, taking on a rich, lovely double-whammy and earning extra bonus points, if you’re counting fallacies in an argument. One could, in a debate, call his opponent a slimy dog, thus earning the simple ad hominem–distracting from the main point by attacking your opponent. Or, to add depth to one’s fallacy, one could not only slander, he could accuse his opponent of wrongdoing, causing him to stop in his tracks and defend himself, thus completely derailing the entire debate.

In the political world this commonly happens before elections. Sometimes, in the month before a major election, the “October Surprise,” reveals some huge dirt on an opponent. Then said opponent must spend time and resources defending himself instead of concentrating on bringing home the votes. The one dishing the dirt laughs all the way to the voting booth. He has taken attention off the vital points of the campaign, thus perhaps winning the election, or at least doing some major damage to his opponent’s reputation.

Sometimes listening to political commentators frustrates me. I want to hear the whole argument, but instead I find the opponents shouting each other down or diverting from the main point into little side issues that don’t matter. “How did you get yourself dragged down that trail? Get back to the topic!” I find myself shouting to the TV. And yet it happens again and again.

Debaters can (and should) control the argument better,  by saying, “Now, you’re trying to pull me away from the main point here. Let’s go back and answer the real topic at hand.”  Or a candidate could say “I reject the premise. Let’s get back to the question.” Who gets the victory when someone is dragged away from the main point? That’s right–your opponent.

In class, I call this a “bunny trail.” Students love to try them out. Discussion goes in one direction; a student takes it down some irrelevant line of discussion. If the teacher does not maintain control of the discussion, guess who does? Now, sometimes a bunny trail can be a great place for a while. Good side discussions can become a learning experience themselves. I just want to have some measure of control of where we go down that little trail, and haul it up short if we go so far we can’t see the main road.

So Fallacies of Distraction can take several forms. If you were in a debate, could you recognize them, divert them, and return to the point at hand? It’s harder than you think, when the heat of debate is on.

For more information about fallacies and logic, check out my Classical Rhetoric text book, Thoughts Clothed in Words, at amazon.com.

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“Soft tyranny”

Recently a commentator labelled someone’s ad baculum fallacy as “soft tyranny.” This intrigued me so much, I decided to look a little deeper. Ad baculum is another fallacy of distraction, like ad hominem. If you can pull your opponent off topic–get him to forget the subject you were debating–you win. Ad hominem attacks the opponent with a slur (“Oh yeah? Well, you’re stupid!”). Ad baculum slips in a veiled threat.

Ad baculum can be as sleazy as an outright threat: “Someone might get hurt if he insists on sneaking around in my back yard.” It can be backhanded, almost as an afterthought. “Oh, he won’t try anything. I’m sure he cares about his family.”

Adolf Hitler was the master of fallacy. In 1938, while contending to the world that Germany was no warlike nation, Hitler inserted a pretty great ad baculum fallacy into a speech:

“If ever international agitation or poisoning of opinion should attempt to rupture the peace of the Reich, then steel and iron would take the German people and German homesteads under their protection. The world would then see, as quick as lightning, to what extent this Reich, people, party, and these armed forces are fanatically inspired with one spirit, one will.” (February 20, 1938)

Not really a threat…just a hint of one. Enough to make someone back off just a little.

In politics, ad baculum fallacies abound on all sides. During one campaign, I believe it was Clinton vs Dole, the Democrats insisted that if the Republicans won, old people would be thrown out into the streets (Medicare would be destroyed), children would starve (the public school lunch program would end), and the waters of this country would be poisoned (the EPA would lose its funding). Yes, folks, the monsters want your vote. Don’t give it to them!

And in 2010, then-Speaker of the House Nancy Pelosi spoke out about a proposed mosque that some Muslims wanted to build in the shadow of Ground Zero in New York City. She said, “I join those who have called for looking into how is this opposition to the mosque being funded?  How is this being ginned up?” If it wasn’t intentionally done, it at least had the (perhaps-unintended?) effect of stifling dissent. (“Wow,” one might think, “if I speak out on this issue, someone will be nosing around in my business. I don’t want to attract attention to myself like that. I’d better be quiet.”) Needless to say, this is a violation of the First Amendment, but since it’s a veiled threat, you can’t really call it a direct threat, right? Clever!

Ad baculum, then, has consequences: to shut up one’s opponent because he fears the threat, and to move the discussion from the topic at hand onto a side note or distraction. Striking fear in the heart of your opponent definitely fits the bill of what one commentator calls “Soft Tyranny.” The threat of harm will stifle a good, hearty debate. It’s a fallacy, it’s used by folks on all sides of the political spectrum, and it’s incredibly powerful.

For more discussions on logical fallacies, see my Classical Rhetoric text, Thoughts Clothed in Words, available on Amazon.

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Ad Hominem: tool of teens and politicians

I remember fighting with my sister, and when things started going badly, I resorted to the ever-useful “Oh yeah–well, you’re stupid!” There–that’ll show HER.

My own children began using that brilliant slur, and many others just like it, when they ventured into sibling arguments. A couple of them tried telling me they didn’t do well in class because the teacher was stupid and ridiculous. They tried that until we home schooled and I worked alongside the teachers in our little home school program. (A smart kid won’t try that too often when the mom is one of the teachers. I have smart kids.)

Anyway, the attack on one’s opponent, called ad hominem, occurs when one 1)runs out of a reasonable line of argumentation or 2)is losing the argument. It is a fallacy of distraction. See how easily it works? Political candidate “A” calls his opponent “B” a tool of Wall Street because he used to be a banker. Suddenly the argument becomes not a discussion of issues, but a defense of one’s personal character.  Success! “A” now has the upper hand, and “B” is on the run.

Watch any politician who wants to defend himself against accusations of ethical violations. When a reporter asks him a question regarding these accusations, what does he do? He tells the reporter his question was “dumb.” He confronts the reporter, repeating that his questions are “dumb,” and belittles the young reporter for wanting to make a name for himself in the news business. Has he answered the question? No, and the reporter doesn’t push through the ad hominem attack; he follows right down the path this politician wants him to go: away from the discussion at hand. It almost makes you think of a wild animal trapped in a cage, lashing out viciously. Oops–was that an ad hominem attack?

Ad hominem is one of the simplest fallacies to spot, because it is so easy to commit. It is part of our human nature, to reach for a low point instead of appealing to a more upright, honest level of discussion. Why go for honesty when you can drag someone through the mud?

When you watch election campaigns, see if you can spot ad hominem attacks. The streets will be filled with the mud of these filthy, childish tactics. How should a politician, or a news reporter or commentator, answer ad hominem attacks, instead of allowing himself to be driven down the muddy route?

For more information about ad hominem and other fallacies, see my text book, Thoughts Clothed in Words.

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Songs

A Lifetime of Christmas Poetry

My mom, Raynette Forister Eitel, passed away in September of 2022, age
85, drifting away into dementia. It was tragic to watch this woman who loved
words, who was a poet and teacher, fade away into wordlessness after a lifetime
of crafting poetry.

Mom had a tradition of writing a new Christmas poem each year and
sending it to friends and relatives. The mailing list grew each year, and
people always told us they looked forward to mom’s Christmas poems. She
published some in a couple little books. There are too many to post just once a
day during the month of December, but I’ll choose some of the best.

Songs
by Raynette Eitel

It’s Christmas—
String songs of joy
Across skies crested
With glitter of stars,
Above the blessed cry of a newborn child
Around children wild with the wonder of Noel.

Shape songs of peace—
Give them away like gold
And frankincense and myrrh
Beneath a blinding star of Bethlehem.

Send songs of love—
A hallelujah chorus mighty enough
To wake a shepherd,
A glory to God loud enough to
Shake a city,
A Good Will to Men reverberating
Around this shrunken earth
From heart to heart to heart.

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Mary

A Lifetime of Christmas Poetry

My mom, Raynette Forister Eitel, passed away in September of 2022, age
85, drifting away into dementia. It was tragic to watch this woman who loved
words, who was a poet and teacher, fade away into wordlessness after a lifetime
of crafting poetry.

Mom had a tradition of writing a new Christmas poem each year and
sending it to friends and relatives. The mailing list grew each year, and
people always told us they looked forward to mom’s Christmas poems. She
published some in a couple little books. There are too many to post just once a
day during the month of December, but I’ll choose some of the best.

Mary
by Raynette Eitel

As many nails, she knew the pounding pain
In prelude to a Hallelujah chord.
“For on this night…” began the sad refrain
Her lips moved in communion with her Lord.

The awful thirst could not prevent her prayer—
Nor taste of vinegar upon her tongue.
She drank the cup which no one else could share,
While shepherds hid their eyes and songs were sung.

The pain was as a spear thrust through her side,
Then one bright star proclaimed the pain was done.
And as a mother hushed the Babe who cried,
The Father gave the world His only Son.

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The Star and the Magi

A Lifetime of Christmas Poetry

My mom, Raynette Forister Eitel, passed away in September of 2022, age
85, drifting away into dementia. It was tragic to watch this woman who loved
words, who was a poet and teacher, fade away into wordlessness after a lifetime
of crafting poetry.

Mom had a tradition of writing a new Christmas poem each year and
sending it to friends and relatives. The mailing list grew each year, and
people always told us they looked forward to mom’s Christmas poems. She
published some in a couple little books. There are too many to post just once a
day during the month of December, but I’ll choose some of the best.

The Star and the Magi
by Raynette Eitel

The star they followed by night
Never left them by day.
Dawn came dotted with doves,
Then they lay down to sleep.
That same star in their daytime dreams
Became God’s own voice whispering hope
Until twilight came again.

Then there it was. The star.
They studied the sky with its glint of tears,
Its hint of mystery,
Then resumed their journey
With certainty.
The new road they took
Became old as a wilderness trek
From Egypt.

When they saw Jerusalem,
They paused a bit,
Expecting the star to hover
Over a royal palace.
Instead, their star moved across desert hills
And they felt stars stirring in grief,
Leaping in joy.
Music resounded from the heavens
Filling their ears all night.
They could not speak, except to pray
As they obeyed a call no one could hear.

Finally, there was Bethlehem,
Their own bright star coming to rest
Over the humble place
Where a newborn king lay sleeping.
The three rejoiced, then longed for more than
Gold and frankincense and myrrh
To offer as gifts,
Knowing they would take the glittering star
With them ever after in all their dreams.

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Season Defined

A Lifetime of Christmas Poetry

My mom, Raynette Forister Eitel, passed away in September of 2022, age
85, drifting away into dementia. It was tragic to watch this woman who loved
words, who was a poet and teacher, fade away into wordlessness after a lifetime
of crafting poetry.

Mom had a tradition of writing a new Christmas poem each year and
sending it to friends and relatives. The mailing list grew each year, and
people always told us they looked forward to mom’s Christmas poems. She
published some in a couple little books. There are too many to post just once a
day during the month of December, but I’ll choose some of the best.

Season Defined
by Raynette Eitel

It isn’t the tinseled branches,
It isn’t the holly wreath,
It isn’t the tallest, brightest tree
Or the packages underneath.

It isn’t the sugar cookies,
It isn’t the caroling,
It isn’t the stocking stuffed with toys
Or sleigh bells’ merry ring.

It isn’t the frothy eggnog,
Or cards from near and far—
But oh, the truth of angel wings
Beneath a blinding star!

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Pilgrimage

A Lifetime of Christmas Poetry

My mom, Raynette Forister Eitel, passed away in September of 2022, age
85, drifting away into dementia. It was tragic to watch this woman who loved
words, who was a poet and teacher, fade away into wordlessness after a lifetime
of crafting poetry.

Mom had a tradition of writing a new Christmas poem each year and
sending it to friends and relatives. The mailing list grew each year, and
people always told us they looked forward to mom’s Christmas poems. She
published some in a couple little books. There are too many to post just once a
day during the month of December, but I’ll choose some of the best.

Pilgrimage
by Raynette Eitel

I must go back to Bethlehem
Under a song-filled sky.
I long to hear the cattle’s low,
Pierced by a newborn’s cry.

I would turn from wars and strife,
Weary and worn and bent
Just to know the healing touch
Of One Whom the Lord had sent.

I would give up each worldly gain
And never ask for more
If I could humbly kneel in thanks
There by that stable door.

I must go back to Bethlehem
If only for this night;
To fill my ears with angel songs,
My soul with Holy Light.

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‘Twas the Dieting Christmas

A Lifetime of Christmas Poetry

My mom, Raynette Forister Eitel, passed away in September of 2022, age
85, drifting away into dementia. It was tragic to watch this woman who loved
words, who was a poet and teacher, fade away into wordlessness after a lifetime
of crafting poetry.

Mom had a tradition of writing a new Christmas poem each year and
sending it to friends and relatives. The mailing list grew each year, and
people always told us they looked forward to mom’s Christmas poems. She
published some in a couple little books. There are too many to post just once a
day during the month of December, but I’ll choose some of the best.

‘Twas the Dieting Christmas
by Raynette Eitel

‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house,
No crumb could be found to feed one little mouse.
The stockings were hung (by the spouse who was handy)
With my note, “I’ve been good but please sir, no candy!”

I stepped on the scales and went straight to my bed,
Praying no sugarplums would dance in my head.
When up from the kitchen there arose such a cry,
I bounced out of bed to find out who, what, and why.

Straight down the stairs I made a mad dash,
Burst into the kitchen, overturning the trash.
The light from the open refrigerator door
Gave an emptier look than the place had before.

And my husband, with tears in his eyes, turned around
Saying, “Skim milk and yogurt were all that I found.
I looked for some ice cream or a chocolate bar.
This Christmas you’ve carried your diet too far!”

“But Darling, my fat cheeks and round little belly
Have come from way too much butter and jelly.
I resemble that red-suited, sooty old elf
And I don’t like this round me, this chubby new self.”

And then while I stood feeling sorry for me,
I heard a new sound by the tall Christmas tree.
That fabled old gent with the beard snowy white
Just stood there and smiled on that pre-Christmas night.

“Someone,” he said kindly, “has started to diet.
And right after this strenuous trip, I must try it.”
Then he loosened his belt, gave his tummy a pat,
Said, “Don’t tell a soul, but I’ve really grown fat!

“So I’ve brought gobs of goodies for the one who’s not plump:
Peppermints, pretzels, a chocolate clump,
And you get assortments of magical treats—
Delicious, nutritious, non-caloric sweets.”

Then he spoke no more words but went right to work
(Although overweight, he was surely no shirk).
Now finished, he exited through our front door.
(I don’t think he’d fit in the chimney once more.)

And then in a twinkling, I heard loud and clear
A new Christmas phrase from the old saint so dear:
“On Dasher, On Dancer, Do try to be quiet,
Merry Christmas to all, and
GOOD LUCK ON YOUR DIET!”

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