Language, Logic, & God

City of Missiles and artist, Louis Monza.  Monza had a lot to say about what passed, in his experience, for Christianity.  Look closely, and think it through.

City of Missiles and artist, Louis Monza.

I followed a link this mp3 file: , a critique of Auburn Avenue theology and theologians. I found some of what the speaker had to say excellent, and some of speech wanting. His most glaring error is to equate human logic, speech, precision of mind at this point in history with same from before the Fall, or at least pre-Babel-Tower. Failure of that magnitude by one who avows belief in the inerrancy of scripture is a significant lapse and bespeaks an agenda, a rubric elevated above truth claims in support of those truth claims.

The other place the speaker falls short is in his critique of another theologian (both speaker and names of his opponents have now gone from my memory, for the most part) who stated in effect: Extrapolating principles from the writings of the Pauline and other NT epistles, then rearranging those principles in systematic forms – confessions, for instance – tends to alter the meaning the biblical writers intended to convey. C’mon, although reasonable minds can differ on that one, I think that statement, identified by the speaker in this audio file as heresy, is clearly arguable and non-heretical.

Essentially the Trinity Foundation guy argues that post-canaonical, therefore non-inspired, human codification of biblical teaching and principles is unquestionably right, after having argued that human logic, communication, speech inerrantly derives from that of God. I’m not buying it.

A Farrago of Bad Ecclesiology

Is God ever absent, ever truly far from his people?

The Whitehorse Inn guys botch another discussion (listen here), confusing societal contempt for religious professionals with rebellion against God’s authority. Didn’t Ezekiel, Jesus, Martin Luther, the people in Foxe’s book, and countless unnamed others have something better to say about this?

They did manage to make some sense talking about the uniform of one’s vocation. In my work, the uniform is button up shirt, khaki trousers, matching belt and shoes. It reassures those with whom my job brings me into contact that I am serious about my work and take them seriously as I go about that work. I have a pair of khaki trousers I bought in 2002 at Chattanooga. Last weekend they began their new life of freedom as a garment worn camping. Their life as a slave-vestment is over, finally broken-in and matured by years working for the state, they have entered in to the casual, leisure time of their wearer.

I wore a pair of Kuhl Eiger shorts and a color-coordinated $10.00 Wal-Mart camp shirt to Barnchurch today, with stout hiking boots, because you never know when you may find yourself walking. Guerrilla Christianity never looked so good. This was our last Sunday in the loft. I await a nominative inspiration for the relocated ecclesia.