Can you handle it?

12 03 2010

In case you haven’t noticed, I want to know the truth, even if it comes at the expense of having to admit I was wrong.  I don’t know about you but every time I hear the word “truth” my mind flashes back to the most well-known scene from the 1992 movie “A Few Good Men” with Tom Cruise and Jack Nicholson.  Go ahead, re-enact it:

Col. Jessep: You want answers?
Kaffee: I think I’m entitled.
Col. Jessep: You want answers?
Kaffee: I want the truth!
Col. Jessep: You can’t handle the truth!

You may or may not be aware of the battle the education system in Texas is facing.  You may not even care, but you should.  Texas is one of the world’s largest textbook buyers.  That means they have influence on the content of curriculum nationwide.  Consequently, publisher’s design their books to match the Texas curriculum standards in hopes of writing books that their biggest customer will want to buy.

Does anyone else have a problem with that last statement?  I know that’s how our current economic system works, but what about having the integrity to compile educational content based simply upon what is true rather than what is popular? 

As you would imagine, the most heated debate revolves around the inclusion of religious content.  The “left” says we are putting too much emphasis on Christianity and the “right” says you can’t teach American history without it. 

Texas Education Agency board member, Mavis Knight said,

“It has nothing to do with the left or the right as we have continually talked about, instead of what is best for our children to know.  We have pitted ourselves left versus right, liberal textbook writers, conservative textbook writers.”

Let’s attempt to set aside whatever personal bias we may have for a moment, myself included.  Like it or not, Christianity has its place not only in the history of America, but in the history of the world.  Including Christianity in textbooks is not a violation of our Constitution or anyone’s individual rights.  That’s not bias, that is truth.  It happened.  I’m not afraid of the same class including historical information about other world religions as well.  Here’s an idea!  Let’s put all of the information on the table and let our students draw informed conclusions rather than just believing something because that’s what they’ve always been told.  Here’s another idea!  Why don’t we all do that?  Christians, non-Christians, left, right, wherever you fall.

While a college student I realized something.  As a Christian, I knew what I had been taught in church, at home, etc.  I knew what I believed, but I quickly found out that knowing what I believed wasn’t enough.  I was faced with questions like, “why do you believe that?”  That is a fair question.  The Bible itself tells us that we should be ready at all times to give reason for the hope that is within us.  For a while my honest answer was, “I don’t know.”  Let’s just say I set out to challenge everything I had been told and believed to be true.  If it was true, my search would confirm it.  If it wasn’t true I would be a fool to keep believing it.

That being said, Christians should not be opposed to learning the history of other world religions just as followers of other religions (or no religion) should not be opposed to learning the history of Christianity.  The Bible has been confirmed by notable historians, Christian and non-Christian alike, to be a trust-worthy document.  What is recorded in the Old and New Testaments is more than a compilation of “bible stories” it is documented history.  Recent archeological and scientific discoveries have also served to confirm the Bible’s authenticity.

Maybe you don’t believe that Jesus is who the Bible says he is, so Christianity shouldn’t be taught?  What about those who don’t believe Mohammed is who the Quran says he is?  Why, then, should it be acceptable to teach Islam?  Do you even know who they said they were?  What about the atheist who doesn’t believe any of it to be true?  Should we then also not study Zeus, Beowulf, and others considered to be fictional.  Why teach evolution when it is no more than a theory?  The reality is that few people really want the “whole truth and nothing but the truth” don’t they?  The truth can be difficult, but not impossible, to handle.

Hopefully this is just the beginning of a series that we’ll work through.  Feel free to send me any statements or questions you would like to have addressed.  If you’ve heard of the battle going on in the Texas school system be careful what assumptions you make.  Even the fair and balanced Fox News has had to clarify their initial report. 

In the meantime, here is a seven minute video I’d like for you to watch addressing the question “Is the Bible reliable as a historical document?”  Click here for video.


The whole truth and nothing but the truth?

3 03 2010

Don’t worry, I don’t plan on posting something everyday.  For one, I don’t want to become annoying.  Two, I don’t want to rush anything.  And three, I don’t want to write anything just for the sake of writing. 

The following, written by former Chicago Tribune journalist Lee Strobel, ties in well to yesterday’s post.  Not only is it a true story, it is the introduction to Mr. Strobel’s, who once was an atheist, account of his own personal search for truth.

“Reopening the Investigation of a Lifetime The attempted murder case against James Dixon was “a dead-bang winner.”  Open and shut. Even a cursory examination of the evidence was enough to establish that Dixon shot police sergeant Richard Scanlon in the abdomen during a scuffle on Chicago’s south side. Piece by piece, item by item, witness by witness, the evidence tightened a noose around Dixon’s neck. There were fingerprints and a weapon, eyewitnesses and a motive, a wounded cop and a defendant with a history of violence. Now the criminal justice system was poised to trip the trap door that would leave Dixon dangling by the weight of his own guilt. The facts were simple. Sergeant Scanlon had rushed to West 108th Place after a neighbor called police to report a man with a gun. Scanlon arrived to find Dixon noisily arguing with his girlfriend through the front door of her house. Her father emerged when he saw Scanlon, figuring it was safe to come outside. Suddenly a fight broke out between Dixon and the father. The sergeant quickly intervened in an attempt to break it up. A shot rang out; Scanlon staggered away, wounded in his midsection. Just then two other squad cars arrived, screeching to a halt, and officers ran over to restrain Dixon. A .22-caliber gun belonging to Dixon-covered with his fingerprints and with one bullet having been fired-was found nearby, where he had apparently flung it after the shooting. The father had been unarmed; Scanlon’s revolver remained in his holster. Powder burns on Scanlon’s skin showed that he had been shot at extremely close range. Fortunately, his wound wasn’t life-threatening, although it was serious enough to earn him a medal for bravery, proudly pinned on his chest by the police superintendent himself. As for Dixon, when police ran his rap sheet, they found he had previously been convicted of shooting someone else. Apparently, he had a propensity for violence. And there I sat almost a year later, taking notes in a nearly deserted Chicago courtroom while Dixon publicly admitted that, yes, he was guilty of shooting the fifteen-year police veteran. On top of all the other evidence, the confession clinched it. Criminal court judge Frank Machala ordered Dixon imprisoned, then rapped his gavel to signal that the case was closed. Justice had been served. I slipped my notebook into the inside pocket of my sports coat and erupted downstairs toward the press room. At the most, I figured my editor would give me three paragraphs to tell the story in the next day’s Chicago Tribune. Certainly, that’s all it deserved. This wasn’t much of a tale. Or so I thought.

 THE WHISPER OF AN INFORMANT I answered the phone in the pressroom and recognized the voice right away-it was an informant I had cultivated during the year I had been covering the criminal courts building. I could tell he had something hot for me, because the bigger the tip, the faster and softer he would talk-and he was whispering a mile a minute. “Lee, do you know that Dixon case?” he asked. “Yeah, sure,” I replied. “Covered it two days ago. Pretty routine.” “Don’t be so sure. The word is that a few weeks before the shooting, Sergeant Scanlon was at a party, showing off his pen gun.” “His what?” “A pen gun. It’s a .22-caliber pistol that’s made to look like a fountain pen. They’re illegal for anyone to carry, including cops.” When I told him I didn’t see the relevance of this, his voice got even more animated. “Here’s the thing: Dixon didn’t shoot Scanlon. Scanlon was wounded when his own pen gun accidentally went off in his shirt pocket. He framed Dixon so he wouldn’t get in trouble for carrying an unauthorized weapon. Don’t you see? Dixon is innocent!” “Impossible!” I exclaimed. “Check out the evidence yourself,” came his reply. “See where it really points.” I hung up the phone and dashed up the stairs to the prosecutor’s office, pausing briefly to catch my breath before strolling inside. “You know the Dixon case?” I asked casually, not wanting to tip my hand too early. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to go over the details once more.” Color drained from his face. “Uh, I can’t talk about it,” be stammered. “No comment.” It turned out that my informant had already passed along his suspicions to the prosecutor’s office. Behind the scenes, a grand jury was being convened to reconsider the evidence. Amazingly, unexpectedly, the once airtight case against James Dixon was being reopened.

 NEW FACTS FOR A NEW THEORY At the same time, I started my own investigation, studying the crime scene, interviewing witnesses, talking with Dixon, and examining the physical evidence. As I thoroughly checked out the case, the strangest thing happened: all the new facts that I uncovered-and even the old evidence that had once pointed so convincingly toward Dixon’s guilt-snugly fit the pen gun theory. Witnesses said that before Scanlon arrived on the scene, Dixon had been pounding his gun on the door of his girlfriend’s house. The gun discharged in a downward direction; in the cement of the front porch there was a chip that was consistent with a bullet’s impact. This would account for the bullet that was missing from Dixon’s gun.  Dixon said he didn’t want to be caught with a gun, so he hid it in some grass across the street before police arrived. I found a witness who corroborated that. This explained why the gun had been found some distance from the shooting scene even though nobody had ever seen Dixon throw it. o There were powder burns concentrated inside-but not above-the left pocket of Scanlon’s shirt. The bullet bole was at the bottom of the pocket. Conclusion: a weapon had somehow discharged in the pocket’s interior. Contrary to statements in the police report, the bullet’s trajectory had been at a downward angle. Below Scanlon’s shirt pocket was a bloody rip where the bullet had exited after going through some flesh. Dixon’s rap sheet hadn’t told the whole story about him. Although he had spent three years in prison for an earlier shooting, the appellate court had freed him after determining that he had been wrongly convicted. It turns out that police had concealed a key defense witness and that a prosecution witness had lied. So much for Dixon’s record of violent tendencies.

AN INNOCENT MAN IS FREED Finally I put the crucial question to Dixon: “If you were innocent, why in the world did you plead guilty?” Dixon sighed. “It was a plea bargain,” he said, referring to the practice in which prosecutors recommend a reduced sentence if a defendant pleads guilty and thus saves everybody the time and expense of a trial. “They said if I pleaded guilty, they would sentence me to one year in prison. I’d already spent 362 days in jail waiting for my trial. All I had to do was admit I did it and I’d go home in a few days. But if I insisted on a trial and the jury found me guilty-well, they’d throw the book at me. They’d give me twenty years for shooting a cop. It wasn’t worth the gamble. I wanted to go home….” “And so,” I said, “you admitted doing something that you didn’t do.” Dixon nodded. “That’s right.” In the end Dixon was exonerated, and he later won a lawsuit against the police department. Scanlon was stripped of his medal, was indicted by a grand jury, pleaded guilty to official misconduct, and was fired from the department. As for me, my stories were splashed across the front page. Much more important, I had learned some big lessons as a young reporter. One of the most obvious lessons was that evidence can be aligned to point in more than one direction. For example, there had easily been enough proof to convict Dixon of shooting the sergeant. But the key questions were these: Had the collection of evidence really been thorough? And which explanation best fit the totality of the facts? Once the pen gun theory was offered, it became clear that this scenario accounted for the full body of evidence in the most optimal way. And there was another lesson.  One reason the evidence originally looked so convincing to me was because it fit my preconceptions at the time. To me, Dixon was an obvious troublemaker, a failure, the unemployed product of a broken family. The cops were the good guys. Prosecutors didn’t make mistakes. Looking through those lenses, all the original evidence seemed to fall neatly into place. Where there had been inconsistencies or gaps, I naively glossed them over. When police told me the case was airtight, I took them at their word and didn’t delve much further. But when I changed those lenses-trading my biases for an attempt at objectivity-I saw the case in a whole new light. Finally I allowed the evidence to lead me to the truth, regardless of whether it fit my original presuppositions. That was more than twenty years ago. My biggest lessons were yet to come.

FROM DIXON TO JESUS The reason I’ve recounted this unusual case is because in a way my spiritual journey has been a lot like my experience with James Dixon. For much of my life I was a skeptic. In fact, I considered myself an atheist. To me, there was far too much evidence that God was merely a product of wishful thinking, of ancient mythology, of primitive superstition. How could there be a loving God if he consigned people to hell just for not believing in him? How could miracles contravene the basic laws of nature? Didn’t evolution satisfactorily explain how life originated? Doesn’t scientific reasoning dispel belief in the supernatural? As for Jesus, didn’t you know that he never claimed to be God? He was a revolutionary, a sage, an iconoclastic Jew-but God? No, that thought never occurred to him! I could point you to plenty of university professors who said so-and certainly they could be trusted, couldn’t they? Let’s face it: even a cursory examination of the evidence demonstrates convincingly that Jesus had only been a human being just like you and me, although with unusual gifts of kindness and wisdom. But that’s all I had ever really given the evidence: a cursory look. I had read just enough philosophy and history to find support for my skepticism-a fact here, a scientific theory there, a pithy quote, a clever argument. Sure, I could see some gaps and inconsistencies, but I had a strong motivation to ignore them: a self-serving and immoral lifestyle that I would be compelled to abandon if I were ever to change my views and become a follower of Jesus. As far as I was concerned, the case was closed. There was enough proof for me to rest easy with the conclusion that the divinity of Jesus was nothing more than the fanciful invention of superstitious people. Or so I thought.

ANSWERS FOR AN ATHEIST It wasn’t a phone call from an informant that prompted me to reexamine the case for Christ. It was my wife. Leslie stunned me in the autumn of 1979 by announcing that she had become a Christian. I rolled my eyes and braced for the worst, feeling like the victim of a bait-and-switch scam. I had married one Leslie-the fun Leslie, the carefree Leslie, the risk taking Leslie and now I feared she was going to turn into some sort of sexually repressed prude who would trade our upwardly mobile lifestyle for all-night prayer vigils and volunteer work in grimy soup kitchens. Instead I was pleasantly surprised-even fascinated-by the fundamental changes in her character, her integrity, and her personal confidence. Eventually I wanted to get to the bottom of what was prompting these subtle but significant shifts in my wife’s attitudes, so I launched an all-out investigation into the facts surrounding the case for Christianity. Setting aside my self-interest and prejudices as best I could, I read books, interviewed experts, asked questions, analyzed history, explored archaeology, studied ancient literature, and for the first time in my life picked apart the Bible verse by verse. I plunged into the case with more vigor than with any story I had ever pursued. I applied the training I had received at Yale Law School as well as my experience as legal affairs editor of the Chicago Tribune. And over time the evidence of the world-of history, of science, of philosophy, of psychology -began to point toward the unthinkable. It was like the James Dixon case revisited.

JUDGING FOR YOURSELF Maybe you too have been basing your spiritual outlook on the evidence you’ve observed around you or gleaned long ago from books, college professors, family members, or friends. But is your conclusion really the best possible explanation for the evidence? If you were to dig deeper to confront your preconceptions and systematically seek out proof what would you find?”

Lee Stobel, The Case For Christ

Could it be time for you to launch or possibly reopen your own investigation?

Think on what you know…

2 03 2010

I was reminded this weekend of some of the best advice I have ever received.  “Think on what you know to be true.”  Those words are simple, practical, and profound all at the same time.  I wonder if anyone else is like me.  I can get so worked up over things that I think might happen.  Take, for example, a business decision the company is considering, legislation that is making its way through Congress, trade rumors revolving around marquee athletes from a favorite sports team, the color of carpet going in the church and the list could go on forever.  It’s no secret that there is something about change, or even the hint of things being done differently, that can ignite emotions deep within us.

It’s common to feel this way.  I would go so far as to say that it’s not even wrong to feel this way.  Feelings aren’t wrong.  Feelings are indicators of something much deeper.  Feelings are the part of the iceberg that is visible.  We are naturally drawn towards a certain level of comfort.  We are looking for some resemblance of consistency.  Afterall, isn’t life complicated enough already? 

Not only am I tempted to get worked up over things that I think could happen, I am also tempted to get worked up over things that I think have happened or are happening.  This temptation rears its ugly head when I turn on the television, pick up a newspaper, log onto the internet, or give ear to the latest gossip. 

The problem is that when we jump to conclusions or establish theories of “what’s really going on” we do ourselves and everyone around us a great injustice.  Please take time to look for what is true but don’t settle for facts.  You need all the facts.  Partial evidence can look very convincing when combined with our own preconceptions.  It’s very easy to take a theory and find facts to back it up.  Any one can do that.  That’s why we have so many differing world religions and denominations under the Christian umbrella.

The reality is that this happens on many levels and isn’t limited to talk of religion, climate change or reasons for going to war.  We are guilty in our day-to-day interactions and relationships with each other.  Will we always be this way?  Will anyone make the effort to be informed before rendering judgement?  To be honest, I doubt it.  That takes effort.  Who has time like that?  Heaven forbid we run the risk of admitting we may have been wrong!  Is it then unrealistic to suggest that if we don’t have the whole story we ought to give careful consideration to what thoughts we let slip through our lips or become actions?

The way we allow ourselves to respond to what we think is critical.  I’m talking about both active and passive responses.  I’ve jumped to conclusions, lost sleep, damaged relationships, and said things I would later regret all from getting worked up over things I thought could happen.  Not to mention the issue of “analysis paralysis” which happens when you spend so much time thinking about things and considering every possible scenario that you wind up accomplishing absolutely nothing.

Have you ever met anyone who didn’t care to tell you what they thought, whether you wanted to know or not?  They almost wear it like a badge of honor don’t they?  Let me suggest that it may not be something to be proud of.  It may be foolishness.  After all, what really matters is not what you or I think.  The only thing that matters is what is real.  Sadly, for many people, perception is reality.  Listen to these words:

 – A fool has no delight in understanding, but in expressing his own heart.

– He who answers a matter before he hears it, it is folly and shame to him.

– The heart of the prudent acquires knowledge, and the ear of the wise seeks knowledge.

-The first one to plead his cause seems right, until his neighbor comes and examines him.

– Words kill, words give life; they’re either poison or fruit—you choose.

So, is it wrong to be prepared for anything, anticipate or plan ahead?  Is it wrong to be open minded?  Absolutely not.  There is great wisdom in it.  But in doing so think on what you know to be true Clayton King, founder and president of Crossroads Worldwide, may have said it best when he said “The point of being open-minded is to one day close our minds on what is true.”  Would you rather waste your time freaking out about everything or enjoy life and all that comes with it to the fullest extent?

Over the course of this blog I hope to share with you things that I have found to be true.  Throughout the last several years I have come to grips with many things I didn’t even know I was missing and it has been the most exciting, and liberating experience!  That’s how it’s supposed to work.  It’s the truth that will set you free!