God is Not Dead Yet?

Christianity Today’s most recent issue is obviously meant to serve as a counterpoint to the (in)famous cover of Time Magazine from April 8, 1966. (Read its cover article, Toward a Hidden God.) This allusion to Time’s iconic cover is only skin-deep, however, as CT’s cover story from the July 2008 issue (written by the Don of evangelical philosophy, William Lane Craig) is merely using this reference as a way to convey a weight of momentousness to its response to “new” atheism that could not otherwise be sustained by its own content.

I’m not going to deal much with Craig’s use of natural theology-type arguments for the existence of God except to say that it is precisely the use (and subsequent discrediting) of these types of arguments in the first place which has made it possible for people like Dawkins to get a hearing in the broader culture. Continuing to play at natural theology is analogous to the gambling addict who’s confident that he’ll win this time: he’s playing a game with rules engineered to ensure that he loses.

What I’m more interested in is Craig’s shoddy characterization of postmodern culture. For starters, he fails to make any of the useful distinctions between postmodernism as a movement within philosophy and postmodernity as a way to talk about our late (or post)-captialist culture. Instead he simply argues that, since nobody lives completely relativistically in our culture, we are not in a postmodern culture. This, of course, relies on the hidden assumption that postmodern philosophy is necessarily relativistic (it’s not) and that this is something that it says characterizes postmodern culture (it doesn’t).

Instead, the best of postmodern philosophy simply recognizes that it’s very, very difficult to make any assertion of truth, and especially about anything that matters. Matters like the meaning of life, the existence of God, the nature of love. The good stuff. This does not mean that there’s nothing to be said about important matters, but that we should do so with the recognition that some type of faith commitment is always already involved.

Some postmodern philosophy also recognizes that people running around claiming to have all of the answers and logic on their side — be they Dawkins or Craig — are probably playing at a game where the rhetoric to reason ratio is disturbingly high. Both are looking backwards to arguments that used to make sense; to forms of reasoning which made sense in a world prior to globalization, post-colonialism, and the thorough discrediting of any notion of “reason alone” in philosophy, theology or science.

And it’s this direction that I’m most concerned about here: backwards instead of forwards; a vain attempt at retrieving something which is fading into the mists of history. (I hasten to add that I deeply value history, but it’s not where we live.) I’m much more interested in the type of theological argument which looks to examine the culture we really are in — especially the elements of consumerism and empire — and critiques them from the standpoint of the faith (and of course love) that we’re actually embodying as the best “proof” of all.

I’m much more interested in seeing the logic of the crucifixion and non-violent resistance infiltrate our thinking such that we cease to be able to write like Craig: “By laying aside our best apologetic weapons of logic and evidence, we ensure modernism’s triumph over us.” (emphasis on militaristic metaphor mine.) I’m much more interested in communities of witnesses (they were called martyrs back in the day) prove the existence of the love of the Triune God through their lives — and especially how they lay them down as Christ laid his down for us.

On Valedictions

Valedictions are those little things that people put at the end of messages they’ve written, such as a letter (do these ever get written anymore?) or an email.

I’m seized with a bizarre mixture of dread and apprehension every time I get to the valediction, often switching to something else entirely (such as writing this) so as to avoid that crucial moment when I have to decide on which particular valediction to use in this instance. This reveals both my neurosis and the complicated, norm-less cultural milieu in which we live.

We’re confused and not sure if we’re sincere about much of anything these days, so sincerely just won’t do in most instances. And saying yours truly is fraught with the distinct likelihood of not wanting to offer myself up to this person, so traditional valedictions must give way, in all sincerety.

We are therefore left in a precarious postmodern space of make-it-up-as-you-go. Here is a chance to tell everyone who I am! Maybe I’ll even convince myself. Christians such as myself often succumb to the temptation to insert a benediction of sorts, using valedictions such as blessings, peace, peace be on you, etc. The particularly ambitious may also cite a verse (either as a reference or in full text) at this point, to prove their spiritual mettle. My sarcastic tone obviously reveals my shallow spirituality on this point, as I can’t quite believe that I am doing any of these sincerely.

Then we work our way into that zone of banality known as regards (and its kissing-cousins best regards and kind regards). These are the realm of the politically correct, who want to be cordial without offering any real inkling of any position in this whole sordid affair. They want to be neither stodgy traditionalists or religious-types in their valediction, leaving them with this limp-wristed handshake of a valediction to close their correspondence.

I can see only two solutions to this problem, one of which I need to quickly decide upon, lest I succumb to ever having to write anything like this again in a moment of valedictory angst. One solution is to embrace a summary rejection of the valediction altogether, simply placing your name (possibly preceded by a dash) after the last paragraph. The elegant brevity of this solution has much to recommend it, but it also can be read as somewhat cold and impersonal.

A second solution is to simply standardize myself upon a single valediction that will henceforth be used in all of my correspondence, removing the anxiety of having to make a decision every single time. The trouble here is that the aforementioned anxiety is collected and intensified into this single decision. I’ll save you, dear reader, a trip through my neurosis and say that using shalom as my valediction is probably the most attractive possibility, although it does make me seem like I’m trying too hard. But I do love the simple, hopeful invocation in that one little word, the calling-forth of a peace that is so much more than the absence of war; the promise of a world where valleys are lifted and mountains made low, where there is a state of general flourishing for all.

For now, at least, I leave you with:

Shalom

A Frustration Meditation

As I write this, I am frustrated. Very frustrated. I am in the midst of a work situation fraught with poor communication, power struggles and incompetence masked by “qualifications.” I am being forced to watch some very untalented designers take the lead in a project that I should, in terms of skill and competence, be doing by myself.

Or so I tell myself.

There’s a whole mess of stuff involved here, including insecurity, somewhat objective assessment of the situation, a need to work, and a desire to see the best possible end product. And yet, trying to sort out all of the layers of good and not-so-good motives in this mess is not what I’m interested in.

What interests me is the fact that I want to run away from this frustration, this tinge of anger which is working its way through my psyche. I want to be at peace, to find an inner calm which I believe to be requisite to leading the life I want to lead. I’m sure that you could only agree that this is the path that must be taken. Trouble is, this incredibly pervasive idea is full of shit.

What I want to do, instead, is to spend this negative energy on something positive; on channeling this agitation into creation, rather than expending all of my energy trying to still the tempest brewing in my belly. I think that simply trying to make this feeling go away rather than dealing with it honestly is harmful, counter-productive, and will produce a pressure-cooker environment in my insides that will cause me to blow up in less than benefical ways.

We live in a society that tells us, on a superficial level, to embrace our feelings, but whenever we feel negative emotions, our eyes are drawn to the asterisk and the fine-print which reads positive emotions only. I’m sick and tired of this crap, and my acquiesence to it. I’m pissed off, and I’m going to make something beautiful.

The Discipline of Writing

I am a romantic. I don’t mean to invoke images of Harlequin romances or that pernicious movie genre dubbed “romantic comedy,” but rather to place myself alongside so many contemporary people who believe that, roughtly speaking, they should be lead by feeling (as opposed to rationality). (At the risk of unduly multiplied parentheses, I would hasten to add that the romantic-rational dichotomy is unnecessary in theory, however much it is observed in practice.)

This blog has been, if nothing else, a romatic endeavor. Although I have made motions in the direction of wanting this blog to be something along the lines of a disciplined forum in which to write and recieve feedback on my writing, I must confess that there has been nothing remotely resembling disciplined about it. I have written about what I feel like, when I feel like it.

This worked tremendously well when I was a student, and naturally did not feel like doing my schoolwork. Indeed, I had a tremendous surplus of feeling (something along the lines of this education is not allowing me discuss what I feel like) about blogging my thoughts which led me to unfailingly have a surplus of blog material. Now that I’m not a student, this methodology is not working as well.

In other, words, I’m a romantic slacker.

Does anyone else resonate with this phenomenon? Any solutions? What keeps you motivated in writing, be it blogging or otherwise?

On Reading Dawkins

I just finished reading Richard Dawkins’ The God Delusion. On the whole, it wasn’t as bad as some responses have made it out to be, which is hardly surprising given the topic that he tackles. Much of the book was a disturbing tour through the dark side of religion, one that should disturb any religious person deeply. I would submit that many of the frenzied reacions to Dawkins and his ilk have come about from religious people who attempt to deny this dark side, preferring to indulge in utopian fantasies that the group that they happen to be a part of is perfect simply because they talk about high ideals. This is why I will continue to join Merold Westphal in calling for atheism for lent.

Dawkins could, however, be readily accused of the exact same thinking which he castigates. I will restrict myself to just one thought in this vein: Dawkins delights in mentioning all of myriad problems which religion regularly introduces into the world, but he neglects to extend the same critique to science in the slightest. There have been many horrors wrought on the world via scientific breakthroughs, but this does not mean that I think science should simply be dismissed, but this is the move that Dawkins consistently makes vis-à-vis religion. It is much more difficult to say a critical “no” and a critical “yes” to specific expressions of things within both science and religion, but Dawkins much prefers the ease of broad, sweeping strokes.

But the thing that most interested me was a little throwaway line in the midst of Dawkins criticizing an opponent for failing to understand the extent of natural selection’s vast explanatory powers. He says that “perhaps you need to be steeped in natural selection, immersed in it, before you can truly appreciate its power” (117). The interesting thing here is that Dawkins has admitted the power that traditions have to shape the way that we think, something with which I can only agree.

Dawkins is, in the end, inhabiting a tradition whose story says that religion should be passing away any day now, as science continues to move forward in unraveling the mysteries of the universe which we once relied upon religion to explain. The trouble (as Charles Taylor points out) is that this grand narrative has certainly has not come to pass, nor do I believe that it ever will. This provides a possible explanation for the seemingly confused anger that laces Dawkins’ rhetoric, since the persistence (and even increase) of religious belief and practice is something which he is at a loss to explain. This ironically means that he is inhabiting a world of a certain kind of traditioned faith which has no bearing on the world that really exists!

Help Firefox Set a World Record

As a web designer, I have a soft spot for Firefox, which has done so much to promote standards-based web development and made enough of a dent in Internet Explorer’s market share that Microsoft is slowly making it suck a bit less.

The Firefox team are about to release version 3 of their fantastic browser and want to celebrate by trying to set a Guinness World Record for most downloads in a single day. So, if you’re reading this on June 17, go over to the Spread Firefox site and get it!

I’ve been using Firefox 3 in beta form for the last couple of months, and I must say that it has many improvements over its predecessor, especially the so-called Awesomebar. Try typing into the location bar and you’ll see what I mean: part history, part search, and it learns what you use over time, making it more useful the more you use it. It also has better bookmark management, and hugely improved integration into Mac OS X (it actually feels like a Mac app now).

If you’re still reading this, stop now, and go get Firefox 3.



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