I keep reading about how great The Bullpen Gospels is, and it’s probably strange that I’ve read its two follow-up books, Out of My League and Bigger Than the Game (and the eBook Wild Pitches) before reading the book that started it all. But if the strength of the other volumes is any indication, I’m in for a treat.
Hayhurst pulls back the curtain on life in professional baseball in such a winning way that it’s hard to do anything but rave about the latest book. The Bullpen Gospels (from what I know) is set entirely in the various levels of the minor leagues, while Out of My League has him in the high minors and transitioning to the majors. (His Portland connection was one thing that initially attracted me to the book.)
In this latest volume, Bigger Than the Game: Restitching a Major League Life, he’s coming off a decent year pitching for Toronto, getting ready for another season in the Bigs when he injures his shoulder. He’s also coming up on the publication of his first book, which makes him somewhat unpopular with a vocal minority of his teammates. These two things don’t mix well.
Hayhurst is great at giving us a look at the behind-the-scenes life of a professional ballplayer without throwing anyone under the bus or over-sensationalizing anything. But the real strength of this book is in his personal story of struggle with depression brought on by the weight of his own expectations of himself, his feelings about being injured, getting paid well to not actually play baseball during his recovery and rehab, and his alienation (sometimes real, sometimes imagined) from his teammates. The coping mechanisms of your average ballplayer aren’t what I’d call healthy, and Hayhurst doesn’t call them that, either.
How often can you take sleeping pills before it’s a problem? How much beer can you drink? Is this actual pain I’m taking these pills for? At what point should I ask for help? How will that affect my career going forward?
The structure of the book is interesting, going a bit nonlinear by detailing the injury and the first half of his rehab, his descent into depression and a bit of substance abuse (not addiction, but overuse), and his decision to finally seek help. As he interacts with the team shrink, the narrative shifts back to the previous season and the nascence of his alienation from some of his teammates. This is where most of the classic Hayhurst Hilarity shows up, and I liked that it was sandwiched between the more serious bookends of the beginnings of his struggles to their eventual resolution.
Not to say that there isn’t anything funny in the rest of the book, because the part about his social media faux pas with wrestler Triple H is as funny as anything I’ve read since Hayhurst’s last book (though not quite as funny as the Japanese baseball prank from Wild Pitches).
If he keeps cranking these things out, I’ll keep reading them. I made an exception to my general rule about not paying full price for an eBook for this one, though it was at least slightly discounted, so my rule is totally still intact. Yeah, that’s it.
I’m a bit behind on my reviewing schedule. I guess I still need to write up something for The House of Hades, though I’m not sure what I could write that I haven’t written before. And I recently read The Cay, which is a YA classic. I’m thinking of co-reviewing that one with the Swimmer Dude as he also read it for class. And then there’s The Fault in Our Stars, which I’m apparently the last person to have read. So maybe I’ll hit up one or more of those in the near future.
My sister asked for memories about Mom for a birthday book she was compiling, so I thought it’d be appropriate to post my thought here as well as in the print book. So here it is, slightly updated from the print version, because I remembered something else!
One thing I definitely remember is the whistling. Mom had a tremendous whistle, one of the only sounds our dog would actually respond to other than “Wanna go for a walk?” But then there was that other whistle. The whistle you’d only hear when you were doing something you really knew you shouldn’t do, picking on a sister you knew you shouldn’t be picking on, or just generally being a bad boy when being a good boy was clearly required.
The whistle of the impending meeting between buttocks and that cursed slotted-wooden spoon.
You never saw it coming, but you could hear it. That whistle, that smack, and then the slow realization that you had a surprisingly accurate picture in your head of what that welt would look like the next day. And the knowledge that you so had it coming.
Mom was big on the ambush, and it was effective. Dad was better at working the dread machine. Go to your room and imagine your impending doom. Judgment cometh, and that right quickly. But not as quickly as you’d like.
Mom was more in the “Behold, I strike quickly” school of biblical wrath.
So maybe my most vivid memories of Mom are of wrath, but my most treasured ones are of comfort.
I wouldn’t describe myself as a sickly kid, but I certainly missed my share of school days, reliably getting strep throat about once a year, mixing in the occasional bronchitis or pneumonia. But I remember one illness especially vividly. I don’t know what I had, but it caused me sharp chest pains, which would be troublesome at any time, but I’d recently viewed “I Am Joe’s Heart” at school and was terrified of heart attacks. I’m no hypochondriac, but I was sure I had advanced heart disease at nine years old.
Mom held me. Prayed for me. Read to me. I remember I was working my way through Gulliver’s Stories, an abridgement of Gulliver’s Travels, for a book report, and counter to my usual technique for writing a book report, I was electing to actually read the book this time. I’m not sure I’d have actually done it if I hadn’t been sick that day. Mom and I took turns reading.
Did I mention she prayed for me? I remember imploring her to pray for me over and over as the pains would take me. She never refused. And I lived. Who can say but that her intercession might have been the difference? Given my many foolish ventures with fire and heights in the future, the odds get better and better that her prayers were my special armor against the Reaper.
I could go on to other topics, including the buckets of vomit Mom had to clean up on my account. I guess I’ve always been a chucker, and I always went for style points, puking from the top bunk, or the second row in church all the way to the bathrooms in the foyer. But who wants to discuss vomit?
So Mom brought me through childhood illnesses with grace, but the waking hours weren’t the only arena in which I challenged her resolve.
It was mom who sang to me when I was scared. And I was scared. A lot. I had recurring dreams of hallways of locked doors and fearsome black labs. I don’t even want to know what the interpretation might be, because I’ve always loved dogs, and my aunt and uncle had a beloved black lab I never tired of hanging out with.
I also dreamed about death a lot. Sometimes it was just your standard animal-attack dream not involving dogs (bears and tigers were the usual suspects). Sometimes it was a drive-by shooting resulting in the death of my dad, leading me to wake up and swear there was a ghostly image of Dad in the room. Or sometimes it was Dracula or some other monster I’d inadvisedly watched in a movie at a friend’s house. Lousy less-than-vigilant video store staff, letting kids check out creepy movies!
Sometimes I’d manage to get out of my bed and sneak across the hall, standing in my parents’ doorway like something out of a zombie movie. Dad would generally stir and tell me to go to the bathroom, and I realized later that this was probably a way of making sure I wasn’t sleepwalking. Sometimes I was. One time, I proved it by mistaking the bathtub for the toilet. A stream of urine makes a surprisingly recognizable sound in an empty tub and causes dads to come running. Just an FYI.
But on those times I couldn’t bear to leave my bed lest the monster under it consume me, I called for Mom. And Mom would come and sing to me that song based on Psalm 34:7:
The angel of the Lord encampeth round about them that fear him, and delivereth them.
When my son was younger and not yet aware that his Dad’s singing was totally uncool, he’d often ask for “the Angel Song” at night. It’s now one of my most treasured memories of those days. I owe it to Mom. Along with my life and probably my sanity.
Thanks, Mom, for comfort and correction.
Oh, and one more thing (this is the thing I remembered to add as I was preparing to post this): I suppose it could be filed under correction, because Mom had a particular technique for snapping me out of a rare blue-funk. Dancing. She’d grab my hands and we’d bound up and down the hallway singing, “Shall we dance, pa-pom-pom-pom!”, which was a reference to The King and I. It always made me laugh, and now I wish I had photos or video, but I suppose memories will have to suffice.
Happy (belated) Birthday, Mom!
For as much as I enjoy short stories (a lot), I don’t really read that many of them. But when I do, I read them in bunches. Anthologies, actually. I’ve been enjoying going through The Mad Scientist’s Guide to World Domination, edited by John Joseph Adams, and his latest project is every bit as enjoyable if not more so, mostly due to its genre. (BTW, Adams is the former co-host of The Geek’s Guide to the Galaxy (podcast), which he recently stepped away from in order to focus on other projects. Probably this one.)
I was fortunate enough to get an advanced review copy of The End is Nigh, the first volume in a forthcoming trio of anthologies comprising The Apocalypse Triptych. The series will continue with The End is Now and The End has Come. As the titles might suggest, each volume contains stories taking place leading up to (The End is Nigh), during (The End is Here), and after (The End Has Come) an apocalypse.
Judging from the first entry in the series, I’d say we’re in for a fun ride. If you’re a fan of the apocalyptic genre, I really can’t recommend this book highly enough. Plus, it’s the kind of quality self-published project I can get behind.
Co-edited with Wool author Hugh Howey (recall that Wool was one of the best things I read last year), this volume has stories ranging from the outbreak of a zombie apocalypse, asteroid collisions, viral outbreaks, and even non-specific world-ending scenarios. Some of them are quite amusing, while others are simply heartbreaking. I’d say I enjoyed probably 90% of the stories greatly, with one or two that didn’t do much for me, but each was compelling in its own way.
The thing I really liked was the variety, and the fact that while some of them had nice, clean structure and satisfying endings, others left me wanting to read further. I don’t know that the next volume will contain any continuances of the stories in this set, but I’d love it if it happened. It’s also the kind of book that’d work nicely as a nightstand title, taking the book at a leisurely pace, or as a frenetic weekend marathon.
Rather than listing all the stories, I’ll just give you a few of highlights.
Dancing with Death in the Land of Nod, by Will McIntosh – A man dealing with his father’s descent into dementia is forced to deal with the new reality of a terrifying paralysis-causing virus. Hands down my favorite of the collection and one of the most heartrending stories I’ve ever read.
The Balm and the Wound, by Robin Wasserman – A sham cult-leader “prophet” has the misfortune of correctly predicting the end of the world. Perfectly crafted and brutally hilarious.
The Gods Will Not Be Chained, by Ken Liu – A protective, yet deceased, father looks out for his daughter after the Singularity. Touching and a unique twist on the robot uprising idea. I particularly liked the way the father initially communicated with his daughter. Clever stuff.
Wedding Day, by Jake Kerr – A same-sex couple prepares for marriage as an asteroid impact looms and a lottery is established for emigration to a safer location. Really a beautiful story of love and commitment in the fact of tragedy.
System Reset, by Tobias S. Buckell – Impossible to describe without totally spoiling it, but a fine twist and re-twist at the end.
In the Air, by Hugh Howey – You knew I couldn’t go without plugging Howey here, right? This one falls into the grey goo scenario of nanotechnology gone awry, and it’d make a pretty compelling television pilot, I think. If the ending changed…
Goodnight Moon, by Annie Bellet – An asteroid impact story with a twist: it’s set on the moon. Another heart-breaker.
Enjoy the Moment, by Jack McDevitt – An astrophysicist makes her mark by discovering a comet. And it’s headed toward Earth. D’oh!
Pretty Soon the Four Horsemen are Going to Come Riding Through, by Nancy Kress – A cool twist on the end of humanity and the beginning of something perhaps better than us. It reminded me of Darwin’s Radio, except I actually liked it.
Spores, by Seanan McGuire – Made me wash my hands. Like ten times.
Agent Unknown, by David Wellington – Evidently a kind of prequel to a forthcoming zombie novel that I’ll be looking forward to reading. Gives a compelling reason the zombie apocalypse could perhaps be unstoppable.
If you’re still with me, go pre-order a copy of the book. (It comes out March 1 from Amazon and a bit later for other outlets.) You won’t regret it. I’m just jazzed I got a look at it first!
Next up for me is the latest Heroes of Olympus title, and I’ve just started four other books, one of them Dirk Hayhurst’s latest. That one’s going to be on my favorites list this year. Guaranteed.
I guess if you knew I attend a Presbyterian church, you might be surprised that I’d deliberately buy and enjoy a book titled Against Calvinism, but then, I didn’t choose my church based their view of soteriology. In fact, I don’t even think I realized Presbyterians tended to be Calvinists until fairly recently. And since my church doesn’t teach much in the way of explicit Calvinism, I’m perfectly fine staying there.
Actually, I don’t know that I’d flee a church simply for embracing Calvinist doctrine, though I find it basically repugnant and can’t really see why anyone would be attracted to it. Actually, I’m fully aware of the attraction of systematic theology, but I think it’s on balance a bad thing. (But that’s probably a post for another time.)
No, I’ve never been to seminary. No, I’m not an ordained minister, so everything you read here is completely from a lay level. And if you’re inclined to dismiss whatever I write as the ravings of an Average Joe veering toward heresy, I couldn’t really blame you. In fact, I’ve considered writing a post titled “The Heresies I Currently Embrace” or “Let Me Count the Ways I’m Not Orthodox.”
Calvinism’s core teachings, at least as regards soteriology (doctrine of salvation) can be summed up in the well-known acronym TULIP:
- Total Depravity
- Unconditional Election
- Limited Atonement
- Irresistible Grace
- Perseverance of the Saints
These are the famous Five Points of Calvinism, and they actually follow quite logically from one another. In a nutshell, it goes like this:
Man is totally depraved and incapable of looking to God for salvation. Therefore, God must elect those he wishes to save. He is able to save completely those he chooses to save, so the atonement purchased with Christ’s blood was intended only for the elect. Those he elects, he draws irresistibly to himself, and they will all endure to the end.
You can’t really take any of the points away and keep the system coherent, so you’re pretty much in for a penny, in for a pound.
Yes, I’ve studied Romans. I did a whole semester on it in college. I don’t see any of five points in Scripture, and I’ve looked. And yet Calvinism is enjoying a huge resurgence these days, led by such teachers as John Piper, Kevin DeYoung and Mark Driscoll. Smart guys, all of them.
I have a way of finding books to reinforce my prejudices, and Roger E. Olson’s Against Calvinism was just what the doctor ordered. (Actually, I didn’t need any reinforcement here, because I’ve heard the arguments for Calvinism and just don’t find them convincing. Though I may at some point read For Calvinism. If my better judgment doesn’t hold.)
The most pressing problem with the Calvinist system according to Olson (and I have to agree with him) is divine determinism. This is the notion that God controls absolutely everything that has ever or will ever happen. From his chapter titled “YES to Sovereignty, NO to Divine Determinism”:
In short, the Calvinist account of God’s sovereignty given earlier in this chapter inevitably makes God the author of sin, evil, and innocent suffering (such as the children of the Holocaust) and thereby impugns the integrity of God’s character as good and loving.
The idea of a God who is meticulously controlling everything is strange to me and reminds me of what I’ve read of the God of Islam. If he chooses to save some and damn others, then rewards those he chose to save and punishes those he excluded, it’s hard to find that either comprehensible or attractive in any way.
Of course, Calvinists claim that only their system is God-centered, and it certainly is. It’s just that it paints God as basically unloving as far as I can see. If God will irresistibly draw all those he chooses to save, and if they are all guaranteed to actually be saved, why would he not save everyone?
The plain fact of the matter is that the doctrine of irresistible grace, without universal salvation which most Calvinists reject, leads to the “good and necessary consequence” that God is not good and not loving.
I’m not totally onboard with universalism, but I’m much more attracted to it than the idea that God doesn’t even want to save everyone. I’m totally with Olson on this point:
Calvinism makes it difficult to recognize the difference between God and the devil except that the devil wants everyone to go to hell and God wants many to go to hell.
It’s harsh, but there’s no getting away from it. And yes, the obvious answer from a Calvinist might be, “But you don’t think God is able to save everyone he wants to save.” Of course, it’s simply not true. I believe God truly wants all to be saved but he chooses to limit himself and allow free agents to resist him. He could overcome their free will if he wished, but he has chosen to allow humans to choose to love him or resist him.
I’m not going to go on a crusade against Calvinism. I know some lovely Calvinists. I may not understand why they hold their beliefs, but I don’t question their sincerity.
Well, I’m sure this won’t anger everyone. But I suspect it’ll raise someone’s hackles.
I’ve finally caught up with my reading list thus far, but I’m chasing a couple of titles for the next few weeks. Not sure what I’ll finish first, but I imagine it’ll be less controversial than my last couple. (I just got a copy of The Day of the Triffids, and I’m really geeked about that.)
I quite enjoyed Paul Offit’s Deadly Choices: How the Anti-Vaccine Movement Threatens Us All, though it was a bit chilling to see that the dangerous and mostly unfounded paranoia about vaccines is based on arguments that have been roundly debunked basically since they were first put forth, and often more than a hundred years ago. Offit also isn’t a big fan of alternative medicine, and I’ll just give you a capsule summation of his thesis:
In the end, if a medicine works (like folic acid to prevent birth defects), it’s valuable, and if it doesn’t work (like saw palmetto to shrink prostates), it’s not.
The subtitle of this book is The Sense and Nonsense of Alternative Medicine, but I think it’s somewhat misleading, as nearly every argument in the book is in the “alternative medicine is nonsense” category. Now, I don’t really have a problem with that, and I agree that if a so-called “alternative” medicine works, it’s just called “medicine,” but I really would have liked a little more info on alternative cures that actually work. But then, maybe that’s the point. (He does give a good survey of what over-the-counter vitamins are useful and even recommended, so that’s something.)
An oft-repeated argument for alternative medicine is “what’s the harm?”, and so it’s fitting that Offit opens the book with a chapter on the tragic death of a young boy who was subjected to a dizzying and horrifying range of alternative cures for what was likely a very curable cancer. Curable with actual medicine, that is. Not coffee enemas, raw liver juice, and laetrile.
It’s true, of course, that many alternative remedies are harmless in an of themselves. Homeopathic remedies, in particular, are harmless, because they’re typically just water with a fancy label. They won’t hurt you, of course, because there’s nothing in them. But if you use them to the exclusion of medicine which actually can help you, the math no longer works.
Offit walks through the reasons for alternative medicine being popular, including the general distrust of modern medicine, the desire of consumers to consume “natural” products, and the cornucopia of pretty celebrities proffering their own brands of remedies.
I’ve read before about scientific reductionism, and it definitely plays a part in the discussion of alternative cures. Take antioxidants, for instance. We’ve all heard over and over about how antioxidants seek out and destroy free radicals. And free radicals are bad. So consuming large amounts of antioxidants must be good, right? Well, no. True, some free radicals are bad, but others contribute to certain necessary biochemical reactions in the body. So killing them would be a mistake. In fact:
Studies have now shown that people who take large quantities of vitamins and dietary supplements with antioxidant activity are more likely to have cancer and heart disease and die sooner.
The biggest argument Offit makes is that alternative cures should be subjected to the same scrutiny as traditional cures: scientific rigor. A Big Pharma company may spend years and millions of dollars bringing something to market, but if it’s unsafe or ineffective, they end up eating that investment. Only if a drug is shown to be safe and effective can it be released to the public. The same is not true of alternative remedies, particularly supplements. Where drugs have to be carefully labeled, with all active and inactive ingredients named and all known side-effects listed, supplements need no such labeling. And Offit also makes the point that many people are suspicious of Big Pharma because of the profit motive, but the Big Supplement industry brings in huge profits. And those companies don’t even have to prove that a given supplement contains what it says it contains or does what it says it does. It’s a bit scary, actually.
We hate Big Pharma, but we leap into the arms of Big Placebo
This topic is controversial, there’s no question, so I’m not expecting anyone to quit taking alternative remedies on my say-so. I’m no expert. But I highly recommend this book for anyone interested in the topic. I’ll end with a lengthy quote:
If we’re going to make decisions about our health, we need to make sure we’re not influenced by the wrong things---specifically, that we don’t give alternative medicine a free pass because we’re fed up with conventional medicine; or buy products because we’re seduced by marketing terms such as natural, organic, and antioxidant; or give undeserved credence to celebrities; or make hasty, uneducated decisions because we’re desperate to do something, anything, to save ourselves and our children; or fall prey to healers whose charisma obscures the fact that their therapies are bogus. Rather, we need to focus on the quality of scientific studies. And where scientific studies do not exist, we should insist that they be performed. If not, we’ll continue to be deceived by therapies whose claims are fanciful.
Next up, it’ll either be Against Calvinism (that won’t be controversial) or The House of Hades. I've also just picked up a review copy of The End is Nigh, an anthology of pre-apocalyptic stories that looks awesome. If you're interested, check out the website.
Even though I maintain that NOBODY TELLS ME WHAT TO READ, I often receive book recommendations, and I’m often pleasantly surprised when I eventually read them. (A notable recent example is Neil Stephenson’s The Diamond Age.)
Alas, Babylon is a book my wife read in high school and was surprised to learn I hadn’t read. But that was in 2007, and the situation was rectified. Loved it. So, when it showed up for $2 on the NOOK Daily Find, I snapped it up (sale’s off, BTW).
The good news: It’s still a terrific book.
The bad news: It’s a terrible OCR rendering of it, with weird typos that seriously detract from its readability in places. So when you click the image this time, it’s not going to take you to the eBook version but rather a paperback version.
Still and all, the book is highly worth reading, as it’s truly one of the classic post-apocalyptic novels. Written in 1959, the book draws from author Pat Frank’s experiences in government work and time as a war correspondent. This book and On the Beach, published in the same year, represent kind of the polar opposite views about the potential for the world recovering from nuclear war. Where On the Beach presents a decidedly pessimistic view, Alas, Babylon paints a more hopeful outcome, with humanity (as represented by the small town of Fort Repose, Florida) surviving and rebuilding.
The story is set in the aforementioned Fort Repose, a small town in central Florida, and I don’t think I’ll be spoiling anything to tell you that after the characters are introduced and the setting established, war hits. The U.S. is nuked, hard, and Fort Repose is left to recover. Despite not being directly impacted, so to speak, the citizens of Fort Repose are forced to cope with the collateral damage of the war, including the fear of fallout, the loss of basic services and supplies, and the all-too-realistic menace of bandits who prey on the weak.
It’s a simple story, following a terrific main character in Randall Bragg as he transitions from a kind of a shiftless black sheep into a leader and provider. There’s quite a bit of social commentary in the book, as Randy quickly realizes that color barriers have to go, quite a progressive thought in the late 1950s. Interestingly, the question of gender roles isn’t given the same consideration, which I guess I’m not surprised by, but it still stands out as a bit odd.
In addition to the interpersonal drama and social commentary, the book has its share of exciting scenes, particularly when bandits begin to close in on Fort Repose. I’m actually shocked the book has never been adapted to the screen, though one could argue that Jericho was a loose adaptation at least of the core premise. Evidently there was an episode of Playhouse 90 that adapted the book, and I’d love to see it if anyone has a copy.
I’m not sure what it is about the post-apocalyptic genre that so appeals to me. I guess it makes me wonder how I’d do in a similar situation. I certainly admired Randy Bragg and hope I’d at least be someone he’d find useful, though my skills mostly consist in lifting things. Ask me to wield a tool and you get what you pay for. But still, lifting is good. And I can cook, which could come in handy. What about you? Are you attracted to the genre? How would you do if the power went out? The zombies rose up? The robots took over?
Next up, it’s Paul Offit’s tremendously informative Do You Believe in Magic? The Sense and Nonsense of Alternative Medicine. I’m also back to reading Against Calvinism, still reading Letters From a Skeptic, and just started The House of Hades. So I’m keeping my eyes busy.
(Warning: Theology book review. And also a bit of gushing.)
Steve Gregg’s Revelation: Four Views: A Parallel commentary is such a great book that it easily overcomes the two colons in its title. His latest work, All You Want to Know About Hell: Three Christian Views on God’s Final Solution to the Problem of Sin is likewise awesome enough to overcome the terrible title and awkwardly long subtitle that includes the words “Final Solution.”
His Revelation book took a controversial topic (interpretation of Revelation) and set it out in such a logical and balanced way as to be an indispensible tool for studying that most difficult of books. In the same way, this book lays out an evenhanded look at the three views of Hell taught by evangelicals today.
As I mentioned above, the title is terrible, and Steve himself has said as much on the Rethinking Hell podcast. It’s not the title he wanted, and it implies that his book might be a sister book to Randy Alcorn’s excellent but imperfect Heaven. No, Steve isn’t discussing the nature of Hell so much as its purpose. So while there isn’t much time given to “are there real flames?”, the entirety of the book deals with the bigger questions like “Is Hell forever?” and “What does Hell say about the nature of God?”
For those not in the know, who might have been raised thinking there was the Christian view and then a variety of heretical views, the three views taught by respectable evangelical scholars are:
- Eternal Conscious Torment, aka Traditionalism
- Conditional Immortality, or Annihilationism/Conditionalism
- Universal Reconciliation, or Restorationism/Christian Universalism
Most assume that #1 is the only biblical view. Quite simply, that’s just incorrect. Steve Gregg rightly shows that far from being unbiblical, the other two views can actually marshal more scriptures in their favor than can the Traditional view. Of course, theological arguments aren’t won or lost on the strength of the numbers of verses supporting them but on the proper interpretation of all the scriptures.
The book is laid out in very logical format, as you’d expect if you read Revelation: Four Views. It starts off by introducing the topic and explaining why it’s important. The long and the short of it is that the nature of Hell says something about the nature of God.
The one fact, above all others, which I have desired to get across is that our view of hell is inseparably joined to our view of God. I believe that many Christians have simply assumed that they already know what the Bible teaches about hell, and have formed their notions of the character of God to accommodate their theory. My suggestion is that this is doing things backward.
Steve then continues into some basic background on the issue, including a discussion of Lazarus and the Rich Man (about which I blogged some time ago), how best to understand the important words Gehenna and Aionios, and a chapter about the views of the early church (spoiler alert on that: all three views were represented).
Having laid the groundwork for a more specific discussion of each view, Steve then takes each view in turn, first presenting a positive case for each, then cross-examining each from the perspective of the other views. In each section, he heavily quotes supporters of the various views.
One thing I particularly admired about this book, especially given the dreadful title, was the clever headings for each view:
- First, the Bad News (Traditionalism)
- The Bad News is Not As Bad As You Thought (Conditionalism)
- The Good News is Better Than You Thought (Universalism)
BTW, I’m crediting Steve with the clever heading titles and giving him a pass on the book title, since I know he doesn’t like it, either.
I can say that I find the book evenhanded, but it’s mostly because I’m not committed to any of the views. Oh, I’m pretty solidly against the Traditional View, and this book certainly didn’t push me one way or another on that, but I really haven’t decided between the other two. I’ve read both cases, and they each have their strong points. I certainly hope the Restorationist View is correct, as I’d imagine most would hope. But I remain unconvinced by it, even though I’m certainly open to it.
I’m sure someone coming from a solidly Traditionalist perspective could find it outrageous that the other two views are even treated as orthodox or evangelical, and that makes me a little sad. I won’t pretend to respect that kind of lack of genuine introspection.
With regard to Traditionalism, I appreciated this quote:
A number of the points made in favor of the traditional viewpoint depend heavily upon traditionalist presuppositions being read into the texts. With very few exceptions, the passages presented as evidence are assumed to support the endless duration of conscious punishment, without the passages actually making any direct reference to such a concept.
I think this is largely accurate. I think a person undertaking to read the Bible through for the first time after having been raised in the church already has a solid idea of what Hell is like. So it’s perfectly understandable that they’d read that into the text and never question their starting point. The same could be truly said for a number of other positions commonly held today. (For that matter, someone raised Universalist or Annihilationist could have the same issue.)
It’s tough to reevaluate our basic assumptions and let the text speak for itself. It’s actually quite painful when you find that your long-held views aren’t as obvious as you once thought. And changing your views doesn’t always go over with your family and friends:
….”reformed and always reforming”…is an ideal more easily affirmed than followed, since intellectual inertia is often strong, and the tradition is often embraced by those whose approval has some impact upon our social acceptance, our finances, our reputations, and our careers. To be “always reforming” is an excellent way to guarantee that we shall offend the maximum number of our conservative friends.
And yet it’s a worthy endeavor, and it’s the reason I read through the Bible every year. My changing views aren’t a result of ignoring the scriptures; they’re a result of reading them. Still, though, I appreciated this tidbit Greg Boyd linked to. It’s in an article by Roger E. Olson titled “How to Solve a Theological Dilemma when Scripture Doesn’t Clearly Solve It” (emphasis added):
8. Back to fundamentalism versus non-fundamentalism: A fundamentalist will reject this entire method of solving theological and doctrinal dilemmas because it admits ambiguity in the Bible about even some important theological and doctrinal issues which is impossible from a fundamentalist point of view. Many non-fundamentalists will also reject this method for a very different reason: they are so comfortable with ambiguity (and perhaps afraid of fundamentalism) that they don’t feel any need to settle doctrinal and theological issues about which the Bible is not crystal clear. Both approaches have problems, however. The fundamentalist approach leads to numerous schisms and divisions to say nothing of imposing personal opinions on the Bible and making all doctrinal and theological issues equally important. The opposite approach leads to warm, fuzzy spirituality devoid of cognitive content and leaves inquiring minds without satisfying answers.
All that being said, I highly recommend this book. It’s a terrific resource and would make a great group study that would likely spur healthy (and loud) dialogue). But I also recommend, as Steve would (and does, frequently, on his radio program), a thorough reading of the whole Bible. It takes time, but it’s worth the effort.
Next up, it’s Alas, Babylon, which is a re-read for me of a very classic post-apocalyptic book. I’m also reading Do You Believe in Magic: The Sense and Nonsense of Alternative Medicine, and Letters from a Skeptic (no longer free, but under $4 from B&N and Amazon as an eBook).
If you got this far, you must be a good friend of mine. Probably with initials CK.
I tend to be a late-adopter when it comes to young adult fiction, and it certainly has some advantages, the chief of which is the ability to rip through an entire series without having to wait for new releases. It worked with the Gregor the Overlander series, the first Percy Jackson series, and got a 66% successful rating on the Hunger Games set. (I had to wait for Mockingjay.)
And so we come to the Divergent series, about which I’ve heard many raves. And it’s good stuff. I went ahead and picked up the series a few weeks ago when it cost about $15 on the NOOK store, so I’ll likely read them in fairly quick succession.
The first entry in the series, Divergent, builds an interesting dystopian world around the concept of factions. That is, the citizens of Chicago are divided into five factions representing the core values of their society. The factions (and their values) are:
- Candor (truth-telling)
- Erudite (knowledge)
- Amity (peace)
- Abnegation (selflessness)
- Dauntless (courage)
The story follows Beatrice, raised in Abnegation, as she prepares to take the tests that will help her decide which faction to officially join. Her choice is complicated by the fact that her test comes back inconclusive or divergent, and she’s warned by her test administrator that divergence is dangerous. Why it’s dangerous is slowly revealed through the book, culminating in a pretty terrific conclusion.
As a sci-fi premise, I’m of two minds about the whole thing. On the one hand, I don’t believe for a second that only a fraction of test subjects would come back divergent. I think most people would. On the other hand, it makes for an interesting philosophical commentary on how we try to fit people into easy molds and how society is probably the worse for it. So I’m willing to suspend disbelief for the sake of a cool story.
I won’t reveal further plotlines, so unless you’ve seen the trailer for the upcoming film, you’ll have no idea which way Beatrice will go (sarcasm). But I seriously won’t spoil anything else.
The book is exciting, and Beatrice is a fairly easy character to root for, and while there are some cardboard-cutout villians, the main good guys are drawn well enough to make up for it. And of course, the book sets up extremely well for the rest of the series. I guess I should get to reading the other books. And I totally will, because I’ve got no 2014 To Be Read list. Woo!
Aaaaand I’m going to leave it at that for today.
I picked up Greg Boyd’s Letters from a Skeptic, which is still FREE from both the NOOK and Kindle stores right now, and I’ve been shift-reading it with Alas, Babylon, which makes two re-read books in a row, and both of them excellent. I’ve also finished Steve Gregg’s excellent (albeit terribly titled) All You Want to Know About Hell, so I’ll write something up about that one for next week if at all possible.
I need inspirations to write, because a.) I enjoy writing and b.) I’m really lazy when it comes to actually writing things other than blog posts. I have ideas, and I need to start writing them before they slip away.
Nascence: 17 Stories That Failed and What They Taught Me, by Tobias Buckell, was a nice kick in the pants for me, though it took me longer to read than it probably should have. It’s the last of my 13 for ‘13 list, finished with a whopping several hours left in 2013. One reason it was the last book on my list was that I had a hard time with it at first.
As the subtitle would suggest, Buckell sets out 17 stories that aren’t what you’d call perfect, weaving them together with a simple narrative of what his philosophy of writing was at the time, what he was trying to do, and why it didn’t always quite work.
At first, I wrinkled my nose a bit, thinking Why would I want to read crappy stories? And it’s true that the first few stories aren’t high art, but the way Buckell would point out why they didn’t work made it a learning experience, even if the experience wasn’t always altogether pleasant.
But as the book progressed, the stories got better, and I started to see the reasons for it. Different character viewpoints, a clearer idea of *what’s the point?*, and better world-building.
I particularly appreciated the survey of three different incarnations of a single story, with the third go at it being really quite a tremendous story and seemingly just barely related to the previous attempts. It was an interesting view into the process, often painful, of starting with a concept and sometimes having to gut it and rebuild in order to get it working.
The other obvious secret of how I managed to finish it up quickly was that I had nothing else to read. During the year, I’d periodically pick up the book (on my NOOK) and figure I’d read one story and shelve it again for a while. But if I didn’t have time to sit down and take in the story in a sitting, it was hard to get the point. Once my reading list cleared at the end of the year, I was able to give the stories the kind of attention I should’ve given them all along. I’m glad I did.
I actually haven’t read any of Buckell’s other work, but based on the final story in this one, I’ll look for his stuff in the future. (Also, I’ve enjoyed him as a Guest Geek on The Geek’s Guide to the Galaxy podcast.
Next up, I’ve started on reading whatever the heck I want, so I picked Divergent, Steve Gregg’s All You Want to Know About Hell, and Alas, Babylon. Finished the first, close on the second, and just started the third. Maybe I’ll even manage to read my age again this year!
(I received this book as a review copy. I was under no pressure to write a favorable review.)
I’m generally reluctant to accept books to review, just because of my normal reluctance to read anything anyone asks me to read, including myself. Nobody tells me what to read, even if it’s me!
But occasionally I make an exception if something suits my fancy, and in the case of David Hazelton’s very nicely-done The Simplified Guide: Paul’s Letters to the Churches, things worked out pretty well.
One thing that attracted me to the book was the fact that it dealt with an area of the Bible I’d just freshly read. Another was that it would lend itself to contemplative reading, meaning the kind of book that could be taken in bite-sized chunks. So it took me a bit longer to finish than I’d originally intended, but not entirely because I was busy reading other things. For the most part, I kept reading this one alongside whatever else I was reading and only shelved it when I needed to buckle down on finishing another title.
With a title like The Simplified Guide, I wonder if there will be future entries in a series of books, perhaps taking Paul’s pastoral letters, or the writings of John. If so, I’d be interested to give them a look, because this entry in the (possible) series is pretty terrific.
Rather than walking through Paul’s letters one by one, The Simplified Guide breaks out Paul’s teachings through all the letters into logical groups, starting with Right Beliefs, moving to Right Conduct, and finishing with Right Relationships. Paul has much to say on all three subjects, and each is broken down into a Q and A format perfectly suited to a small group study.
It also works well as a nightstand book to be read through at a measured pace, which is how I approached it. I think it’s certainly better suited to group consumption and discussion, but that’s hardly a knock on it.
What I really appreciated was Hazelton’s approach to thinking about Paul’s letters the churches in general. That is, that the letters weren’t aimed at clergy. They were aimed at the churches, and therefore the average church-attender.
He wrote to the whole church---to regular Christians, like you and me---about the daily challenges that we confront in our walk with Christ. Far from dry works of abstract theology, Paul’s letters provide practical instruction to people without any special theological training or educational credentials.
Now, it’s true that Paul’s letters contain some fairly heady theology, but Hazelton is absolutely correct that a person of normal intelligence should have no problem grasping the practical side of Paul’s teachings, grouped into the categories I listed above.
One thing Hazelton does an excellent job of is steering clear of controversy, and he does it by side-stepping thorny issues without ignoring them altogether. So he doesn’t spend any time trying to convince anyone of a particular view of God’s sovereignty in Romans 9, but just points out that there are debates in that area.
One thing I have a really hard time with these days is commentators being too dogmatic about their own opinions while giving no room for other options. Memo to commentators: you’re not infallible. Stop acting like you are. Pretty much any time you write the words “The Bible clearly teaches,” your next words will likely directly contradict another author’s words that follow the same phrase. It’s Mutually Assured Destruction, Bible style!
Hazelton is evidently wise to this and didn’t fall into the trap. Instead, he presents a nice survey of Paul’s teachings without getting bogged down in secondary issues. Nicely done there!
This is not to say that I agreed with every point Hazelton made. In fact, I found a few things to disagree with, which is one of my spiritual gifts, but they’re the kind of things that would make good discussion points during a Bible Study, and not ones to get into in a review of the book.
The main thing I appreciated about this book is that I’ve been reading and re-reading Paul’s letters for the last ten years or so, and it’s easy to start reading the words but letting them just go in one eye and out the other. This book gave me a chance to think about specific issues again and look at them with fresh eyes. It allows the reader to see the forest of Paul’s teachings rather than just the trees of whatever letter is being read.
I should also mention that the length of the book is another point in its favor, at basically two hundred pages. Not too long, not too short. Just right for a small group study or a leisurely individual read-through. Highly recommended!
The Simplified Guide: Paul’s Letters to the Churches
Published by Deep River Books