Without getting too bogged down in the details, I was having problems with the book they called The Bible. Its local advocates claimed that God was somehow responsible for its contents and that He had chosen to reveal a part of Himself and of His will to people through it. God did not appear be a very effective author because some parts of His book did not make sense to me.
The Bible claimed that God could not lie, yet certain of its passages contradicted what I knew for a fact to be true. Other parts seemed to contradict one another. If God can do anything, then how is it not possible that He might lie?
Perhaps the most obvious example of The Bible's apparent flaws, to me anyway, was its claim that Jesus had said that it was more blessed to give than to receive (Acts 20:35). In my seventeen vast years of experience, I never had found that to be true. I always enjoyed receiving gifts. I found even a modest amount of pleasure in receiving clothes for Christmas or my birthday presents. I certainly found that more satisfying than than giving away anything.
My simple mind offered only three possible solutions to this dilemma: (1) Jesus was wrong; (2) The Bible had not accurately recorded Jesus' words; or (3) there was a very slim chance that I might not be one hundred percent correct. The last of those options was the least likely to apply because I was absolutely certain of what I had seen, heard, felt and known up to that point and all of those things screamed to me that this part of The Bible had to be wrong.
I was troubled by the obvious limitations exhibited by any deity who was not be able to maintain the integrity of his own publication. Since by definition an all powerful being could not be subject to limitations, that lead me to focus my attention on the unlikely integrity of the book itself. If God by definition was not fallible, then it was impossible for Him to author a flawed book. If any portion of The Bible was unreliable, then I could perceive no way to have confidence in any of it.
There are few events I am likely to remember until my dying day, but this almost certainly is one of them. I was driving home from work one afternoon stewing over this dilemma when the thought occurred to me, "Why don't you try it and see what happens?"
For perhaps the first time in my life, I acted on a good idea. I gave and I liked it! Giving did not have to mean that I had lost something. Done with the proper attitude it could be a rewarding experience. So I elected to give some more. The results have far exceeded the pleasant feelings the practice generated. The list of benefits is extensive and far exceeds the purpose of the present post.
The primary point is that I actually had been wrong! Me? Of all people! As absurd as it seemed at the time, what I knew I had seen, heard and experienced was not necessarily the most reliable source of information for making some decisions. If this change of approach had been able to alter the results in one decision making area of my life, was there a chance that it might impact other areas as well? My experience since that date suggests that the answer is yes!
I had been experiencing the world through lenses that were filtering what really existed and were allowing me to see less than the entire picture. I did not know what I did not know. This was my first step toward trying to identify and discard my self-limiting filters. The process continues so long as I will remain active and attentive to it.
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Friday, June 18, 2010
Monday, June 14, 2010
I Was Stuck On Stupid.
My mother did not tell me that story until I was much older. I had no idea what was going on outside of the limited capacity any teenage boy can muster. I did not know what Jesus himself had told my mother, so how could I care?
What I did know was that I was terribly frustrated. I wanted to be a good person. I took no joy in harming others. I was by nature empathetic. At the same time I was naturally inclined to act in the most selfish manner available. None of that made sense to me.
The culture where I had grown up told me that good people obeyed the ten commandments. I had no problem during my early teens with things like murder, adultery or worshiping grave images, but some of the lesser crimes on that list seemed unavoidable.
The people at my church told me that Jesus had an important part to play in my well being and that he had died in my place. Some well-meaning bozo showed me a place in The Bible where Jesus said I would obey his commandments if I loved him. (John 14:15 and 23, perhaps.) No matter how hard I tried, I could not follow his simple instructions.
Like Bre'r Rabbit, I'd already stuck myself to this particular tar baby and there was no way of letting go. I found it impossible to improve my performance and equally impossible to ignore my dilemma. This thing was impossible to understand but equally impossible to ignore. I was absolutely unable to avoid a handful of meaningless activities that, according to this Jesus, demonstrated my ingratitude for what he had done for me.
How could any good person behave like that?
Something had to give. Nothing would.
What I did know was that I was terribly frustrated. I wanted to be a good person. I took no joy in harming others. I was by nature empathetic. At the same time I was naturally inclined to act in the most selfish manner available. None of that made sense to me.
The culture where I had grown up told me that good people obeyed the ten commandments. I had no problem during my early teens with things like murder, adultery or worshiping grave images, but some of the lesser crimes on that list seemed unavoidable.
The people at my church told me that Jesus had an important part to play in my well being and that he had died in my place. Some well-meaning bozo showed me a place in The Bible where Jesus said I would obey his commandments if I loved him. (John 14:15 and 23, perhaps.) No matter how hard I tried, I could not follow his simple instructions.
Like Bre'r Rabbit, I'd already stuck myself to this particular tar baby and there was no way of letting go. I found it impossible to improve my performance and equally impossible to ignore my dilemma. This thing was impossible to understand but equally impossible to ignore. I was absolutely unable to avoid a handful of meaningless activities that, according to this Jesus, demonstrated my ingratitude for what he had done for me.
How could any good person behave like that?
Something had to give. Nothing would.
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
"Most people get their thinking in this generation like we tend to get colds,
through casual with complete strangers."
"We've got some world views, some philosophies we've got to get rid of. "
- Stephen Mansfield, April 5, 2010
There is no way I can improve on that quote, but I will provide some information about its author. Stephen Mansfield wrote the authorized biography of Derek Prince, perhaps the most important Bible teacher of the second half of the 20th Century. Here is a link to his publisher's bio on him. (How many people would have the guts to write books about the Faith of Barak Obama and about the Faith of George W. Bush?) Here is a link to Stephen's website.
"We've got some world views, some philosophies we've got to get rid of. "
- Stephen Mansfield, April 5, 2010
There is no way I can improve on that quote, but I will provide some information about its author. Stephen Mansfield wrote the authorized biography of Derek Prince, perhaps the most important Bible teacher of the second half of the 20th Century. Here is a link to his publisher's bio on him. (How many people would have the guts to write books about the Faith of Barak Obama and about the Faith of George W. Bush?) Here is a link to Stephen's website.
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