Shoshone Falls

A week ago, my youngest son and I went on a short road trip down to Twin Falls to go to a concert. It was great: Red Airplanes, Wavorly, The Wedding, and House of Heroes. I'm glad we went because I loved the music, but it was a long drive, I'll admit. As soon as we got there, I drove a couple of miles down the road to take a look at Shoshone Falls. They said a few weeks ago that it was the strongest water flow in ten years. It had tapered off some, but it was still impressive. It's even higher than Niagra Falls! Niagra Falls...slowly I turn...step by step...inch by inch...

Reasons for Hope

One of the saddest things I have ever heard in my life was during a funeral yesterday. A nineteen-year-old girl was trying to say goodbye to her father, a man who died very suddenly last week. Choking back tears, she said her dad always treated everyone he met with respect. I know from first-hand experience that this is true. John Hardison always dealt with people that way, even when it was especially difficult in his role as Deputy Chief of Prisons. He will definitely be missed.

Right after the funeral, I found myself answering questions from one of my online religion students. She shall remain anonymous, but given the circumstances yesterday, it seems that what I had to say to her then was very fitting, and I’m grateful to her for giving me the opportunity to consider again what I believe about death, among other things. I’ll repeat most of it here, for whatever it’s worth.

Not being disrespectful...With the sampler platter of religions you have tried, how do you know your current one is correct? How does your conviction of your religion being the "one" differ from the conviction of the Muslim or Sciencetology?

I really do appreciate your asking questions, and you are not being disrespectful in the least. I’ll do my best to answer them.

The short answer is that to this day, I still have never come across any other religious teacher or philosophical system that compares with not only the life and works of Jesus, but also with his death and resurrection. In my opinion, there are very good reasons to believe that the eyewitnesses who wrote Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John actually did record what they saw and heard from Jesus. A metaphor that I use constantly in my classes is: which way do the scales tip? In this case, I believe they tip in favor of the Gospel, and it is reasonable to believe that what Jesus said was true.

Now for the longer answer. The first time I ever picked up a Bible and attempted to read it on my own was when I spent a night in juvenile detention. I would try it again when I was in college, and by then I would be comparing what Jesus had to say with other voices I had listened to (among them, Buddha and the Maharishi). There seems to be no one who would even come close in terms of Jesus’ integrity and compassion. Is it a “leap of faith” to decide that? Sure, but as I see it, it is not a “blind leap” at all; because you first look to see which way the scales are indicating is the most reasonable. During my freshman year, one book that had a profound influence on me was Mere Christianity by C.S. Lewis. While majoring in comparative religion in the years that followed, I never encountered anyone or any system that effectively refuted the conclusion I had reached, although I should stress that I earnestly searched in order to challenge my own beliefs. I did that then and I still do it now.

There are many criteria that must be met, in my opinion, before a religion or philosophy ought to be personally adopted, but I will just mention two. It should not be entirely subjective, and it ought to offer an answer to the mystery of death. In my bio, I mentioned my seeking a sort of “psychedelic enlightenment,” and by that I mean I went the whole nine yards in my search: pot, hash, opium, mushrooms, LSD, the works. I “saw” lots of things, as you might well imagine. I sat on the back step of my friend’s house and I was totally convinced that I had become “one” with a plane flying overhead. But was I? Other relevant questions are: is truth simply whatever I (subjectively) decide it to be? And, is something true just because I say so?

To make a long story somewhat shorter, I think it is more reasonable to conclude that the “world” out there really is “real,” and because of that conclusion, I necessarily have to reject the notion that I had previously embraced within eastern religions that everything ultimately is illusory. The Jewish and Christian view offers a different perspective, one in which God created everything and declared it good.

As to the other criteria, I just attended a funeral for a friend about three hours ago. John, who was not too much older than me, died suddenly of a massive heart attack this week. It was a shock that I am still coming to terms with. Today at the memorial service I heard someone quoting Jesus, who said “I am the resurrection and the life.” It’s a reasonable question to ask, is he really those things? And, why should we believe him when he says so?

Once again, I come back to the eyewitnesses who saw his empty tomb, and I understand that to be a validation of the words he spoke. Jesus offering a solution to the problem of death is crucial. If I can get somewhat personal once more, I’ll add that my brother committed suicide about six months after I became a Christian. I decided it made sense to trust what Jesus had said about himself, even (and maybe especially) when it was most painful.

I already made the point that if I accept one “truth claim” (in this case, that what Jesus said was right), then the necessary implication is that I am at the same time rejecting those competing truth claims that deny it. I hope that makes sense. It simply means I can’t have it both ways. But you ask a great question about other groups that are likewise exclusive. If I had more time, I’d make the case that every religion similarly insists that their way is the one, most accurate and comprehensive way – the claim itself is certainly not unique to Christianity.

To be completely honest, I really do hope to maintain my faith in Jesus without any smugness or superiority or intolerance. For example, accepting Christianity reasonably has to mean rejecting atheism. But does it also mean that a Christian has to resort to violence or intimidation or the illegitimate use of power against atheists to try to force them to accept what he or she believes? Absolutely not. By the way, I really am convinced there is much to learn from other religions and philosophies – I’m finding out new things all the time, and it definitely keeps me humble knowing I have so much to learn.

Prayer Meeting at the Tool Company

Every Friday morning, I meet with some of the guys for a Bible study over breakfast. Last time my friend Cleve made a suggestion that since a local tool company is facing tough times in this economy, we ought to go over there and pray for them. He was right – prayer helps, and it makes sense to go there and do just that, especially since some of our good friends and fellow believers depend on it to make a living. So we did. A few of us got together in their conference room and spent some time praying that God would continue to bless their tool business.

I have to say it was a welcome reminder of what an elder is supposed to be all about. My favorite description of what an elder in the church is to be is simply a “shepherd.” Elders “tend” the “flock.” Yes, at times, they have to attend meetings, make decisions, and figure out how to spend money. But much higher on the list of priorities, in my opinion, is that elders are supposed to be shepherds. And it felt right to be there in that conference room praying with some of the very people who are most affected by the economic downturn.

Today is a good day to remember, too. It was 29 years ago today that I stood up in the back row of a worship service at a college retreat and interrupted the minister by asking to be baptized. It’s a good day for another reason: my own brother is being acknowledged as an elder in his congregation on this May 3rd as well. Not to mention, Dad would have been 77 on this day, too. My prayer is that we would always bear in mind the things that matter most.

No More House of Blues

We spent most of last week in Los Angeles, partly to go see Jeff Beck at the El Ray in Hollywood, but mostly to go to Disneyland for a few days. The concert was awesome, of course, and even more so since Rod Stewart came out to sing "People Get Ready" and "Ain't Superstitious." As much as I may be a Clapton fan, I still have to admit that Jeff Beck is in a class all by himself.

Disneyland was a non-stop marathon of riding Indiana Jones, California Screamin', and Space Mountain, with a few turns at some of the other rides to catch our collective breath. In Downtown Disney, you'll find the famous House of Blues. We went one time a few years ago to the Gospel Brunch there, but we've never been back. Now every time we are within sight of it, my family has to endure my tirade against it. The food wasn't all that bad, as I recall, and the music was good. Believe it or not, the issue is actually the decor. Let me explain.

For whatever reason, painted on the wall right above the stage are symbols of the major world religions, and in the center are three words: "All Are One." I'm sure by now my family is tired of me asking this question, but I'll ask it one more time: just what exactly is that supposed to mean? If it means all of the different faiths are one in the sense that they share a common ethic, all is well and good. But then why not simply paint "Love your neighbor as yourself" up above the stage instead?

I tend to think it is supposed to mean something much different, along the lines of all religions essentially teaching the same "truths" but they may use different words to do so. To illustrate why I object so strongly to such an idea, let me describe one other incident during our trip to LA last week.

It happened at an In-N-Out Burger near Anaheim. A homeless guy walked up to our table while we were eating, and he started talking about how the next Great Depression isn't still to come, it's already here. He's about my age, unshaven, eyes reddened and clothes reeking of alcohol, and he's going on and on about the economy. It suddenly occurs to me (I'll be the first to admit, I'm more than a little slow) that he's trying to explain his destitute situation to me so he can get a little help.

I have to preface what happens next by saying, you'll just have to take my word for it that I didn't buy the man dinner (his name was Art, by the way) just so I could feel good about myself. And I sure didn't say to my boys, "Hey kids! Look over here! Dad's about to perform another act of righteousness!" I'm not trying to pat myself on the back or toot my own horn here.

In fact, the real reason I got him a double meat-double cheese burger and a chocolate shake is because I thought it would be a good idea to practice what I preach. Sometimes when I tell people that I work in a homeless shelter, they say that they feel guilty about not handing out money to anybody who happens to be holding up a cardboard sign. I tell them that their money would be much better spent if they made sure it went to actually feed and house people. So instead of giving Art a few bucks and sending him on his way, we both went up to the counter and I placed his order. He then began to ask me about Boise State, and he offered his many opinions about the Western Athletic Conference.

Later, long after we have left the In-N-Out, something else occurs to me, and it all comes down to why I object to what's painted at the House of Blues. Buying a burger for Art is nothing more than a drop in the bucket. I'm not at all trying to discount the many worthy donations that people make to help the homeless (obviously, the Lighthouse Rescue Mission where I work depends on them) but the question is, how much would ever be enough?

Now I realize that even though one fast-food dinner may not make much of a difference to the world hunger problem, it still made a difference to Art that night, and that has to count for something. What I'm trying to get at here is really, who's doing the counting? And how many drops would it take to fill the bucket? A million? A billion? How many acts of righteousness would it take? How many random acts of kindness would ever be sufficient?

The short answer should be obvious: no amount of "being good" would ever be enough. Christianity is very clear on this point - if it all depended on our doing the right and avoiding the wrong, we'd be in real trouble. The Apostle Paul even goes so far to say that religion itself can be the problem, because it can give us this false sense of security that deep down inside, we really are pretty good people.

But the cross ought to be convincing evidence that we're not. The Gospels claim that Jesus was the Lamb of God, offered on the cross as a sacrifice because all of us have utterly failed to live up to God's standards (including, perhaps most especially, the Golden Rule). Any good that I do, like buying a cheeseburger for a stranger, is only another way of saying thanks to God for giving me as a gift what I could never accomplish on my own.

So what's that got to do with the "All Are One" at the House of Blues? I tell students in my religion classes that in order to truly understand the various traditions, it's necessary to be aware of both similarities and differences. And the central doctrine of Christianity, the notion of grace in the sense that God has already done for us what our own "acts or righteousness" never could, is indeed different than other religions.

To draw a parallel, does Buddhism teach that although every one of has accumulated a karmic debt over many lifetimes, someone else has stepped in and paid the bill in full, no strings attached? No. Does Islam say that the Five Pillars ought not to be performed in order to make us righteous, but instead should be done out of gratitude to Allah for already graciously declaring us to be righteous? Again, no. All are certainly not one; it is not the case that every religion teaches the same thing in this regard. And that's the long story behind my decision to avoid the House of Blues.

The Rat Hole

Money pit. Good money after bad. Money down a rat hole. Notice a recurring theme? You’re looking at a 1969 Volvo 145S station wagon, which is currently in the shop, and which has been the recipient of way too much of my money lately. Fix the turn signal? Sure, we can do that, but in the process, we’ll have to replace the hazard flasher (which almost caused a fire) and re-route some of the wiring. That’ll be $200, please. Replace the oil pan gasket? Of course, we can do that, but it requires removing the front axle. Another $300, please. This is getting redonkulous, as my son would say.

One of my students in Eastern Religions class re-stated Buddhism’s Four Noble Truths by saying, “Don’t get your hopes up and you’ll never get disappointed” (that’s a paraphrase of his paraphrase). I think the concept of non-attachment probably goes a little deeper than that, but it seems to be on the right track.

Still, I think Jesus said it much more profoundly than anyone when he said, “Do not store up treasures for yourselves on earth, where moth and rust destroy, and thieves break in and steal. But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moth and rust do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.” (Matthew 6:19-21).

As far as the Volvo goes, I don’t lose any sleep worrying about the thieves, but it’s too late for the rust. Anyway, the simple truth is that it’s just a car. Now if you’re a car guy, hearing that is like fingernails on a chalkboard. Car guys don’t like facing that fact. But it’s true. It’s just a car. And as someone once very wisely observed, you shouldn’t love anything that can’t love you back.

Paul, Ringo & TM

This week we started another class in eastern religion, and it’s going to be a good one, I can tell. I will have occasion during the next few weeks to mention TM. Other than the fact that it is a contemporary form of Hinduism, there are two other reasons why Transcendental Meditation is a useful example for us to consider in a college course like this one.

First, as I usually mention on the first night of class, it illustrates the importance of the First Amendment with regard to the non-establishment clause. This was the basis for the court’s decision not to allow TM to be introduced into public schools, and I think it was a good call.

I want to stress that I don’t really have an axe to grind as an ex-TM practitioner, although it may seem that way. The non-establishment clause protects all of us, or at least it is supposed to. By way of example, it would be hypocritical of me to agree with the court decision in this case on the one hand, but then somehow insist that those same public schools observe sectarian prayers on the other hand. I’m aware that this is a controversial issue for some, but I hope you understand the point I’m trying to make. That’s why I don’t support much of what I have heard in favor of “school prayer.” The law of the land doesn’t make exceptions somehow when it’s the “good guys” who are on “our side.”

At the risk of beating a dead horse, the second point is that critical thinking is more important when it comes to the subject of religion, not less. For years now, I’ve heard the claims about TM and how if a high enough percentage of a given population meditates, crime rates go down. The studies are simply not true, and the fact that so many of the reports come from Maharishi University ought to be reason enough to raise eyebrows. Sometimes in class I mention best-selling author Deepak Chopra – he was one of the authors involved in promoting TM along these lines. You can read more of the story here (as long as the link is active):

http://www.aaskolnick.com/naswmav.htm

But again, I want to point out that fair is fair, and if I were to encounter incredible claims of “miraculous healings” from a church or ministry organization, then it would only make sense that I would apply those same principles of critical thinking in evaluating them. Skepticism is not a bad place to begin, even (maybe especially) when it comes to groups with whom you may tend to be sympathetic.

The following is a letter to the editor, sent in this week to the Idaho Statesman. Maybe they’ll publish it, maybe they won’t. What prompted me to write it was a picture I saw in the paper of a recent concert.

The picture in Monday’s Statesman of Paul and Ringo reuniting onstage only tells part of the real story – the rest of it has to do with the millions of dollars David Lynch is raising to promote Transcendental Meditation within public schools. The David Lynch Foundation website proudly displays a “Today Show” video clip about how hundreds of Detroit middle school kids have already been trained in TM. To claim that their goal is simply “teaching at-risk youth to meditate,” as Monday’s article implies, is disingenuous at best and downright deceptive at worst, especially since the New Jersey Supreme Court already declared in 1987 that TM was undeniably religious and therefore could not be taught in public schools.

The First Amendment guarantees our rights as Americans to follow our chosen religion (if any); it certainly does not allow for proselytizing in public schools with the Maharishi’s form of Hinduism, or my form of Christianity, or any other faith. In spite of Lynch’s claims to the contrary, TM is indeed a religion. I should know – I mindlessly made offerings of fruit and flowers to Guru Dev myself before receiving my mantra back in the seventies. You can find out more details at www.suggestibility.org.

A Vision Realized

Finally! Ten Mile Christian Church has an official move-in date into our new home at the corner of Ten Mile and Franklin in Meridian, ID. And what better day than Resurrection Sunday? On April 12, 2009, we will be celebrating Easter in worship together at 9:30 and 11:15. My boys and I are even planning to do puppets that morning for the kids. By the way, everyone (and that means you) is cordially invited to be there, too.

Our family took the grand tour last Sunday. Our new "stomping grounds" are huge and impressive. but it is still just a building, nothing more. What matters most, of course, is what takes place inside. that's where the real "church" is.

I got to talking to my friend Adam during the tour and he mentioned how long we had been riding on vans and buses to off-site parking. Seven long years! Hard to believe...but we've known and planned ever since that time to to relocate due to our size. That day has now come. We are glad.