Response to Joel Anderson's Critique of My Book, Part 3

Dr. Joel Anderson, ever the prolific author, has written a third post critiquing my book "God Is: Exploring the Nature of the Biblical God". Below is my response.

I enjoyed Joel's discussion about the philosophy of Thomas Aquinas. It is amazing that after all these years people are still discussing the same issues that were discussed back then.

Briefly, I just wanted to say that I do not believe that the following statement from Joel is necessarily true: "But since we cannot cause our own change, our becoming must be caused by someone or something else—but that someone or something else must be pure actuality, without any potentiality." If the Universe is eternal, then it seems quite possible that the ability to move from a potential to an actual could be a part of its inherent nature.

I mainly wanted to touch on the difference between Joel and I concerning the Adam and Eve story being "fiction". It puzzled me at first, but I believe I know what's happening. When I said that the Adam and Eve story was fiction, I was speaking to reality rather than literature. I believe that events of the past and the present have either actually happened or they have not. I divide these into fact and fiction. So, my calling early Genesis fiction was intended solely as a statement about its actually happening, not what category of literature it belongs to. So, I believe Joel and I are mostly in agreement on this issue. I believe that early Genesis is an attempt on the author's part to create a narrative about the origins of the cosmos and man and how man first came to do evil. I believe that Joel believes this also. He can correct me if I am wrong on this.

I see two problems with early Genesis being myth rather than fact. First, there are many people who believe that the Adam and Eve story is literally true. How does one convince them otherwise? Secondly, given that the narrative is myth, it leaves the story open to many interpretations. For instance, what is to be made of the serpent given that the we are told that God had created a very good world, yet a part of that creation is an animal that can lead man astray? I can see many differing meanings one can draw. Perhaps Joel can enlighten me on that one given his more extensive study of the era in which Genesis was written.

My Dad

As many of you know, my dad passed away in early January of this year. Had he lived, he would have been 90 years old tomorrow, August 25. Many times I would tell him that he needed to hang on until then because we were going to have a big party for him. And even though he seemed to be in pretty good health, his body decided it was time to go. His kidneys had been weakening for years, so when he developed a urinary tract infection that got into his blood, his body just couldn’t handle it and started falling apart. Even so, I am thankful that he was around as long as he was. My mom was seven years older than my dad, and her body decided to quit functioning back in September 2002.

Dad was one of eight siblings. He had four brothers and three sisters; some older and some younger. Yet Dad was the last one standing. He always said that due to several health problems like high blood pressure and diabetes, he didn’t think he would live very long. He was wrong. Unlike my mother, he was a big believer in doctors. Whenever he had a problem, he would see a doctor to find out what was wrong and try to fix it. He was also very diligent about taking his medications and eating right. On the other hand, my mom had to be nearly on her death bed to be willing to go see a doctor. Different strokes for different folks, I suppose.

Dad was an interesting man. He really didn’t like conflict, so he almost always had a smile on his face and kind things to say. Sure, like anyone, he occasionally had his “I can’t take this anymore” nerve pinched and he would fly off the handle. But growing up, I rarely saw this. I can only remember getting two spankings. There may have been more, but I just don’t remember them. Had he not been a non-confrontational person, I’m sure I would have gotten many more. When we would be at his house and had to get firm with Andrew, he would always try to interject some humor to defuse the situation.

Dad was born into a family of sharecroppers back in 1923. They didn’t own their own home. They would stay in the landowners’ extra home, farming his land, and getting a percentage of the crop they made. When he had extra time, he would also hire out to other landowners to make some extra money. They didn’t have much, but he never mentioned going hungry. In fact, he always told me that during the summer when he was working long days behind a mule in the fields, he couldn’t stomach eating much breakfast. However, when winter hit and the workload lightened, he could eat huge breakfasts. There must have been something about all that work that affected his appetite. But still that 140 pound kid could haul 100-pound bags on his shoulders. “Strong as an ox” is the phrase that comes to mind.

When Dad was 16 years old, their house caught on fire and his father was killed. Everyone else made it out alive. Dad was the oldest boy still at home, so he effectively became the man of the house. Dad told me that the fire may have been an accident related to the fireplace, but they also suspected two boys in a family that was competing with them for sharecropping the land. They never found out for sure what really happened.

Dad only had a fourth grade education, so mostly worked at factory jobs. He married in 1946 and I was born in 1955. Even with his sparse education, he was always fascinated with electronics. He began reading up on how they work and eventually started his own side business repairing TVs and radios. He would probably have made a great electrical engineer had he had the educational opportunities he provided for me.

After I was born, Dad got a job with GE in Louisville, KY, and worked there until he retired in the mid-1980’s. Shortly after retiring, he and my mom moved back to Alabama and bought a house. They lived there the rest of their lives. I just recently sold this house.

I always remember quirky things my dad liked to do. He could make a sound like a train, kind of like Johnny Cash would do when singing Folsom Prison Blues. Whenever we would be leaving his house, he would make a V symbol with each hand and shake his head like Nixon used to do. Whenever you would ask him how he was doing, he would answer, “I’m still kicking. But not too high.”

Dad liked to talk about the wonders of the Universe and the Bible. We had a number of late night talks about these topics. Many times we just said the same things we had already said before, but that was okay; we still enjoyed talking. Interestingly, Dad and I never really discussed politics too much. I don’t know why for sure. It just seemed that it didn’t come up too much.

My wife and I just saw “Lee Daniels' The Butler” at the theater last night. This was a disturbing, yet very intriguing movie. The acting was superb. Seeing how blacks were treated in this country always gets me on edge. I was thinking how my dad was raised during times of great discrimination. He even used some of the derogatory terms for blacks. But I never got the sense that he meant them in a derogatory way. They were just the terms he was familiar with. In his later years, during some of our conversations, I found that Dad had become quite the modern thinker. He didn’t think it was right to treat people badly over things they had no control over, such as their skin color or their sexuality. Given that I believed this way also, I was glad to hear he agreed with me. We were also both skeptics when it came to certain claims in the Bible.

It’s been over seven months since Dad died, and I am now getting used to the idea that he is gone. But I still sometimes wish he was around to visit and have one of those late night discussions, even if we said the same old things again.

I am skeptical about there being an afterlife and so was Dad. But if there is one, perhaps one day we can visit a few galaxies togethers and then sit down for a more informed discussion about the wonders of the Universe.

Goodbye Dad. I hope to see you again. But not too soon!

For more information about my dad, see this blog post: http://rcfinch.blogspot.com/2013/02/a-personalized-obituary-for-buford-carl.html .

 

Smaller Than a Breadbox and Larger Than a Car

I don't know how much you have read about the ingredients making up the recipe known as The Universe. You got your quarks and leptons making up the fermions. Then you got your bosons and a host of predicted particles, none of which have been observed as yet, based on theoretical considerations. Quarks come together to form neutrons and protons, which in turn come together with electrons (a type of lepton) to form atoms of the elements such as hydrogen, carbon, iron, etc. Atoms come together to form molecules, which in turn combine together to form different molecules or amalgams. Interestingly, carbon has the ability to form extremely long chains with various elemental offshoots. Also, carbon can form closed loops. Ultimately, long chains of carbon loops are what make up DNA, the backbone of all living things.

Say it with me: "THAT IS INCREDIBLE!!"

Also, the elements make up everything that exists in the Universe. Stars start out primarily consisting of hydrogen. The pressure exerted on these atoms by gravitational forces are so great that the hydrogen fuses together to form helium, releasing enormous amounts of energy. This is known as fusion.

Before hydrogen fusion was discovered, it was a mystery as to what the sun's energy source was. It was easy to believe that the Universe was quite young, such as about 6000 years, because if it were older the sun should have burnt out long ago. However, once fusion was discovered, it became clear that the sun could generate intense heat for many, many years. In fact, based on the size of the sun and its current ratio of hydrogen to helium, it is estimated that the sun could have been burning for five billion years and still have five billion years worth of life left in it. The question to young Earthers is why would God create a sun of such tremendous size that uses a fuel source that can last for billions of years if the whole Universe was only going to exist for 10,000 years or less?

Still, on the whole, the Universe is a intricate work of art. Starting with its infinitesimally small building blocks and stretching to seemingly infinite size. Forces delicately balance all the movement and transformation of these elements in apparent miraculous fashion.

Is the Universe just the way it has to be for some as yet unknown reason? Or is our Universe just a fortunate one among many Universes? Or has our Universe existed for an infinite time with the laws governing it gradually changing in favor of the one we see today? Or does it absolutely require an intelligent God for anything so stupendous as our Cosmos to exist? Profound questions that have been asked by many for a long time. Perhaps science will be able to answer these questions someday, but then again perhaps such answers are inherently unknowable. After all, our minds consist of the very things were are trying to understand. Is it possible for the constituents of the Universe to come together in such a way as to become conscious of themselves and understand their own ultimate behavior? I just don't know. But I am not alone. No one else does either.