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Friendships, Faith, and Politics

Henry Higgins said it well in My Fair Lady, when advising Eliza Doolittle on how to conduct herself in public. Concerning conversation, he said, “Stick to the weather and your health.” Others have said this in the negative: “Don’t talk about politics and religion.”

Wise words, perhaps. Yet, here in the U.S.A. we have just been through the most divisive presidential election I can remember. From lewd on-tape, off-camera remarks to chants of “lock her up” to questionable F.B.I. actions to baskets of deplorables, we have been at each other’s throats for the last twelve months, or actually longer than that.

Not everyone has been saying rancorous things, but many have. It hasn’t been confined to one side. Both have gone into the mud-slinging business, despite some promising to wage a high-road campaign. Such is the nature of politics when a people govern themselves. I’d rather have it that way as a consequence of choosing who will lead us than have leaders forced upon us by an outside power, or even by an inside power who doesn’t take our views into account. Self-determination, flawed as it is, is better than the opposite.

So where to we go from here? Approximately 121 million people voted (or maybe that number will be a little higher once all absentee votes are counted). Many eligible voters didn’t vote, either at all or for president, instead voting only for other offices and issues. That’s down something like 5 million voters from our 2012 presidential vote. Most commentators think that’s because the two major party candidates were unlovable people. I concur with that. I also note another difference. In 2012 every state and D.C. the winning candidate won a majority of the votes in that state. In 2016, the highest vote getter in each state got only a plurality. Third party candidates siphoned off a significant number of votes.

This lack of enthusiasm for the candidates is understandable, but is not reflected in what we see in the aftermath of the election. Racists and others with unhealthy beliefs are sending out messages of hate. Many are fearful that social changes from the last ten to thirty (or even fifty) years are going to be rolled back under the new administration. As a consequence, they are protesting the result of the election. Some really bad people are piggybacking on them, and are rioting, looting and destroying the businesses in their neighborhoods, in many cases the business of people who agree with the protesters.

One side says “Suck it up; you lost.” Another side says, “We’re terrified of what new era may be ushered in.” Still others say “Let’s all just chill out for a while.” A few people are saying wise words. I’m hoping to add to those wise words here.

I have heard two things recently that sum up very well what I believe should happen now. One was from “Dirty Jobs” star Mike Rowe. I never watched that show, and became familiar with Rowe mainly from his TV commercials and guest appearances. Embedded in a much longer commentary of this this last week was this statement: “Who tosses away a friendship over an election?” Wise words. They echo what Thomas Jefferson said some two centuries ago: “I never considered a difference of opinion in politics, in religion, in philosophy, as cause of withdrawing from a friend.” Again, these are wise words. And, they were echos from John Wesley from a few decades before Jefferson: “I met those of our society who had votes in the ensuing election, and advised them, 1. To vote, without fee or reward, for the person they judged most worthy: 2. To speak no evil of the person they voted against: And 3. To take care their spirits were not sharpened against those who voted on the other side.” Also wise words.

In worship service yesterday morning, our pastor, Mark Snodgrass, continued in his sermon series “Restored”. This series concerns dealing with the news. He has pulled items from the news over the weeks as representative of where our society is. He could not, of course, ignore the election. He had spoken about it in an earlier message of the series, but felt compelled to say something more. After talking some of the things I did earlier in this post, he gave us a wise, wise statement: “Jesus did not call the church to reflect the lesser evil; he called us to reflect the greatest amount of love.” [loose quote]

What a great statement. It picks up from where Rowe, Jefferson, and Wesley ended, and takes us much, much further. It’s up to the church to: understand what caused people to vote the way they did, regardless of whether we agree with them or not; understand how people are feeling now; to treat all with love.

I would take this a step further. Our Life Group is currently in a study of 1st and 2nd Timothy, a study I developed titled “Entrusted To My Care”,  This comes from 1st Timothy 6:20. In the first lesson I asked, “Who is entrusted to your care?” The answer I got back from the class was “everyone”. “Everyone?” I asked. They reaffirmed their answer. I explored this further with them, and they were adamant: 7 billion people are entrusted to our care, to my care.

That means that those who are protesting in the streets are entrusted to my care. Those who are sending vile messages either through graffiti or online are entrusted to my care.

Of course, I haven’t met all those 7 billion people, and am unlikely to do so in the time I have left on earth. I’m also unlikely to meet the protesters or the hate spewers. Yet, they are entrusted to my care. Taking my pastor’s words to heart, I know I need to reflect the greatest amount of love, and in so doing show them what care I can.

God help me as I try to do so.

Restored: We the People

Our pastor, Mark Snodgrass, started a new sermon series last Sunday. It’s titled “Restored”, and the first sermon in the series was titled “Restored: We the People”. His text was Matthew 7:1-6, part of the Sermon on the Mount, where Jesus says we should not judge others, or we too should be judged. Then there’s the bit about the speck in your brother’s eye and the blank in your own.  The series, he said, would be about current events.

It wasn’t terribly long ago when Mark addressed current events, i.e. the election season, saying he has been asked many times by various organizations if he will distribute their voting guides in our church. He then said, “So long as I’m your pastor, the only voting guide I’m going to give you is this,” holding up his Bible. I thought that was very good.

To start this sermon, he took the Sunday edition of our local newspaper, and read various headlines. He then got back to the idea of not judging, or rather judge, but know why, and that you are going to be judged the same way. Some key phrases he said, some of which are paraphrased:

  • The government can write a check, but it can’t create a community.
  • Restoration begins with me not you…with us not them.
  • the world is too complex to parse it into red or blue.
  • the Church must become a community of truth, beauty, and goodness.
  • I’m less concerned that abortion become illegal than that it become unconscionable. [paraphrased]

This is good advice, good leadership. I’m going to do my best to put it into practice. Although, I may still give an opinion or two about the election.

Thank You Notes

Our pastor has a short series of sermons leading up to Thanksgiving. He’s titled it “Thank You Notes”, and modeled it after Jimmy Fallon’s such notes on The Tonight Show.

Now, I must say right off I’m not a fan of that show; never have been going all the way back to Johnny Carson.  I’ve never liked any of the late night entertainment shows. I guess by that time of night, if my work for the day and evening is finished, the bed and sleep seem more entertaining than TV.

Why not DVR it, you ask? I don’t have one of these. I guess the price has come down, and I could now probably afford one, but I don’t see any point in spending money on a device that will allow me to watch more TV when I have little enough time for the TV I now watch. Why try to expand my TV watching?

But I prate. Back to the sermon series. I’ve seen Fallon a couple of times, and am familiar with his thank you notes sketches.  I found them moderately funny, but not something to lose sleep over. I would say the thank you notes “written” by Pastor Mark, complete with desk, stool, hand gestures, piano playing while he wrote, and a nearby sidekick, were significantly funnier than Fallon’s. Or perhaps it’s that Mark’s subjects were more local and hence of greater interest to me than are Fallon’s subjects, and thus are funnier to me because they are more about where I am  in the world.

Today he tied gratefulness to stewardship. He proposed three levels of stewardship as being equivalent to a good, better, and great approach to life. Those are my words, not his.

Well done, Pastor Mark. You’ve exceeded Fallon at his own game, and brought us an engaging sermon series on a subject that can easily be difficult due to the commonness of the theme.

Not All Modern Worship Songs Are Awful

Several of my friends are quite critical of modern worship songs. Or, perhaps I should say modern worship choruses. The repetition of the words, the lack us substance, the lack of focus on God and Christ, and, they feel, you have music (often not to their liking) and words that don’t speak to them, don’t feed them, and don’t lead them to worship. And, the lyrics of modern choruses don’t contain doctrine, they say, making them less effective for worship than the old hymns, which do contain doctrine.

I must confess to being somewhat in this category myself. I don’t listen to Christian radio because they play the latest songs, and I don’t like them. They come into the church fairly quickly after they appear (or so it seems to me), and I don’t like them any better live than I did on a recording. My reasons are more music and instrumentation related, not totally the lyrics—although some of them have lyrics that leave me cold. I understand the church has to keep itself relevant to those who will be around longer than I will, so I haven’t troubled myself too much over music. The third or fourth time a new song is sung I generally get it and sing along too. Blessing follows.

So today, when I walked into early service just a minute and 28 seconds before it was to start, and saw some people on the platform, ready to lead in worship, that I didn’t recognize, I was concerned.  The youth pastor was there too, and a couple of other people I recognized, but not the two in front. As service started, they say a song I didn’t know. Very modern. Somewhat repetitive. Not very fulfilling. I didn’t sing along, nor clap. At the end of the song the youth pastor told the congregation that this was the youth praise band, and who the two “strangers” were.

Based on the first song, I wasn’t optimistic. However, the next one (I think it was the next one, or was there another before that?) was a wonderful song, “In Christ Alone“.  This has been a favorite of mine for a number of years. I figured it was an old song, but once I got home I looked it up, and see it was copyrighted in 2001. Okay, for me that’s not old; that’s new. This song was wonderfully done. The combination of words, tune, instruments, and the voices of the praise team and the congregation gave us a wonderful worship experience. Two segments of the song particularly speak to me:

And as he stands in victory,
sin’s curse has lost its grip on me.
For I am his and he is mine,
bought with the precious blood of Christ.

No power of hell, no scheme of man
can ever pluck me from His hand.

So full of meaning, and poetry, and worship.

They finished up the singing part of the service with the song “Cornerstone“. I knew this was a newer song, but wasn’t sure how new. Found it when I got home however: 2011. Now that would count as new in anyone’s book, I should think. This is another wonderful song, with tremendous meaning in the lyrics.

The teen praise band sang both of these songs in a wonderful way. All the instruments blended, yet I could pick each one out. The drummer played the song to enhance and supplement the other instruments. We weren’t overpowered by the booming of the drums, which can all too easily happen.

The result was an exceptional worship experience. When Pastor Mark got up to speak, I was in great expectation of what he would say, and I think most of the congregation was. What a wonderful time. “Here in the power of Christ I’ll stand.”

 

Book Review — Soul Shift

Recently our church had an all-church study of the book Soul Shift: the Measure of a Life Transformed, by Steve DeNeff and David Drury. Our pastor preached sermons from the book and our life groups studied it during Sunday School hour.

If I had to describe the book in one word, I’d say “disappointing.”

It is essentially a discipleship book with a cute title. DeNeff and Drury identified seven ways in which a practicing Christian’s life should change to be wholly devoted to God:

  • from Me to You
  • from Slave to Child
  • from Seen to Unseen
  • from Consumer to Steward
  • from Ask to Listen
  • from Sheep to Shepherd
  • from Me to We

Each of these is given a chapter in the book.

While there’s nothing wrong with the book, I suppose I was disappointed because there’s nothing new here.  It’s the same old discipleship stuff packaged differently, perhaps for a different audience.

The book is well written, though possibly a little boring in places. Also, whenever the authors used first person, they always indicated which of them that first person applied to. This was a minor annoyance that I was somewhat able to ignore as I got through the book.

I don’t think I’ll be keeping this one, nor will I likely ever read it again.

Free Exercise of Liberty – Not Always Smart

Some time ago I started a series of posts on a political subject, the furor then raging over freedom of religion laws either just passed or being considered by legislatures in several states, most notably Indiana and Arkansas. Here are the other posts in the series, should you wish to read them before continuing with this one.

A Class of Rights – Part 1

A Clash of Rights – Part 2

Freedom of Conscious – Political and Religious

My main point has been people have a right to freedom of conscious, and ought to be free to exercise that right. Other people have a competing right, the right to not be discriminated against based on their race, their gender, or other issues (such as their sexual preference, i.e. homosexuality). What you have is a clash of rights. In that case, whose right wins? It’s not an easy question. The media debate tends to be favoring the right to not be discriminated against should triumph over the right to free exercise of conscious. I suspect, however, that if the issue were really pressed, they [the media] would want to be able to freely exercise their conscious, and that they are really trying to suppress the rights of those whose consciouses are contrary to theirs.

As the debate on those laws raged (it’s since died down a lot, hasn’t it?), the most disturbing part of it, to me, was the situation with the Memories Pizza shop in Walkerton, Indiana. A reporter, I suppose knowing the owners of the shop were devout Christians, asked if they would cater a same-sex wedding. Stop for a moment and think of the absurdity of this. Pizza for a wedding reception? This question was a set-up, for the purpose of either embarrassing or causing harm to the shop. The results were predictable: the shop owner said they would refuse to cater the same-sex wedding, citing their religious stand against homosexuality and their rights under the new law.

The reaction was also predictable. The pro same-sex marriage side made all kinds of hateful statements and, allegedly, threats of harm against the shop and its owners. Those in favor of the statements of the pizza shop owner started a crowd funding campaign for the shop and raised over $300,000 in less than 24 hours, 10,000 people donating an average of $30.00. To this the other side responded it was a bogus campaign and the organizer was going to pocket the money. On and on it went.

The fact that the furor has died down is, it seems, and indication that the passage of the laws didn’t cause society to collapse.

So, it’s time for me to answer the question: If I were the owner of the pizza shop, or the cake decorator, or wedding planner, or whatever business that serves the public, would I serve the same-sex wedding? I’m opposed to the practice of homosexuality, on religious grounds, believing it to be a sin against God and man. Hence, I oppose the legalization of same-sex marriage, seeing no reason to change what has been a tradition in virtually every society in the world for thousands of years. I want the law to recognize I have, or should have, freedom of conscious and freedom to act on that conscious.

However, with all that being said, I would serve the same-sex wedding if I ran such a business. My reason? It gives me an opportunity to give a Christian touch to someone who I think needs it. I don’t see it as a statement of agreement with what they are doing. I see it as fulfilling Paul’s cautions about not always exercising your freedom of conscious, and his other statement about by all means saving some. If my serving the wedding would bring one someone attending one step closer to Christ, that’s what I’d want.

Deeper than an MRI

At our adult Life Group this morning I was faced with a dilemma. Our pastor is gone on Spring Break, and the youth pastor was preaching. In the first service his sermon was shorter than our pastor’s normally is, and we were out of service in just 50 minutes instead of the usual 65 or so. That meant during the second service, when I would be substitute teaching the Life Group, the time would be shorter than normal.

The man who organizes our card ministry (At the beginning of each class we prepare greeting cards for various people in the church), so that took some time to get going. Finally we got to prayer requests. The first one was by a woman (early 50s, I think) who was recently diagnosed with breast cancer. Two recent tests, a biopsy and an MRI, confirmed the problem, but she doesn’t yet know what the treatment will be.

One of the men in the class suggested we gather around her and her husband and pray for them right then, before we heard other requests. We did so. I was glad for it, and the whole time thing kind of melted away in my mind. This is what the class is for. The lesson is important, but prayer like this should be primary. I asked another woman in the class to lead us in the prayer. She did so with a heartfelt prayer, making one statement in it that was incredible. “Lord, you see deeper than any MRI.”

What a great statement, I thought! Indeed, God does see deeper than any MRI, any test on a biopsy, and Catscan (however that’s supposed to be spelled). He sees our deepest needs. He knows what the problem is, no matter what the problem is. That doesn’t mean that he miraculously solves all problems, instead leaving it to be worked out by human effort and ingenuity, sometimes with a good result, sometimes with a so-so or negative result. But always, always He does not leave the one with the problem alone.

Well, my problem of the amount of time I had to teach a lesson was much less of a problem than what we prayed over. But the lesson went well. We studied 2 John (first time I’ve ever seen it used in a Sunday School lesson). I had been able to pull three critical points out of it, and we found time enough to discuss each one. I think, by the end of the class, all attendees felt blessed and spiritually fed.

And we got out a little late. By the time I hit the church lobby most people had gone, so pastor Aaron must have been short-winded in the second service as well.

Now, I need to decide if this lesson was good enough to save and expand and possibly work into a Life Group lesson series. Stay tuned.

My First Devotional

Writing time is still at a premium while I’m in the Time Crunch, but I actually produced something this week. I should have written about this yesterday, during my normal time slot for this blog, but had no energy for it, and so just made a quick post to my Facebook author page.

Back on October 1, our pastor sent out an e-mail to a number of people, asking them to write devotionals for our Advent season. He has a specific program laid out, with scripture on different days of Advent, some posts by him, some scripture studies, and then three posts a week by others in the church, each to a specific topic. At the end of the e-mail he wrote, “By the way, if your name is not David Todd, this may be your chance to be a published author for the first time.”

Ha! I thought about it, and decided I probably wouldn’t do it, though I’d have liked to try, and so didn’t reply to his e-mail. Devotionals are a different critter than anything I’ve written. I’ve thought about them, and “wrote” a couple in my mind. When I read the Bible subjects for a devotional on the passage just read frequently pass through my mind.

But devotionals, as normally written, are much different than what I’m used to writing: fiction and informational non-fiction. They need to be short, refer to scripture, and bring in a personal observation or illustration. It’s that latter requirement that turned me off from writing them.

On Oct 8 the pastor e-mailed again, repeating his request, saying he had a few more slots to fill. This time I wrote him back and said I would love to but I wasn’t sure I could write a devotional and that the Time Crunch worked against me. He wrote back to say no problem, why don’t you just take this one, mentioning a specific one that hadn’t been taken. It’s the Christmas Eve one. Nothing like pressure.

I said okay, and learned that the deadline was Oct 20, Monday this week. Saturday I finally sat down, reviewed the scripture, thought about how to tie reconciliation to Christmas, and started writing in manuscript. Pastor asked that they be 400 to 700 words. By the end of an hour or so, I estimated I had 400 words, including quoted scripture. And I had more to write. Whether what I had just produced was any good or not I didn’t know, but I was on my way.

Monday, Deadline Day, in my pre-work hour and on the noon hour, I worked on it some more, and had it pretty much finished except for editing. I snuck in a couple of read-throughs during the afternoon, tweaked it, back-checked it against the scripture, and decided it was the best I could do, coming in at 706 words. I e-mailed it to the pastor. That evening he wrote back saying, “Perfect, David! This will be a great addition to our devotional guide.” I hope he’s not into hyperbole.

So, I have now written a devotional. It’s the only writing I’ve produced in over a month, except for blog posts. I have only blogs posts planned for another month at least. Will more devotionals be in my future? Stay tuned.

A Mentoring Success

Given the amount of difficulty I’ve had in my own writing career, in terms of breaking in with an established publisher, I decided a long time ago I would never encourage anyone else to take up writing. However, I violated that decision for Bessie. She is a retired lay missionary, along with her husband, to Papua New Guinea, with assignments also in Fiji and New Zealand. But let me start at the beginning.

Back in early 2011 I discovered other writers in our church. Some were seriously trying to publish, others were just toying with the idea. It looked like enough people to have a writing critique group. I discussed it with our pastor and volunteered to head it up. He said to go for it. We announced it in the church bulletin in March 2011, had a couple of brainstorming meetings in April, and began meeting in earnest every two weeks beginning in May 2011.

At one point we had eight or nine people on our mailing list. We had four or five who attended regularly, and eight who attended at one time or another. Bessie was one of the regulars, in fact the most frequent attender besides me as the leader.

She and her husband had their call to missions after the older two of their four children were already out of the house. They are laymen, so were unusual candidates for career missionaries. But God had a place for them. They did a few years of “apprentice-type” work with cultural missions situations in the States, then it was off to Papua New Guinea for seventeen years, and then a few more years at the other assignments. When the announcement about the writers group went out, Bessie told me she wanted to attend, because she wanted to record her missions stories for posterity.

She came to the organizational meetings and most of the regular sessions after that. I liked her writing style, which was pretty much how she talks. She didn’t understand some things, such as how to mix narrative and dialog, how dialog should be formatted, over-use of adjectives, adverbs, and passive voice, i.e. the typical things a rookie writer doesn’t automatically know or remember from school days English classes fifty years before. She wrote one of her missions stories, one that she had shared orally in church, and shared it with the critique group. Since the group included a couple of people who don’t attend our church, and some who hadn’t heard the story, most who read it (all except me, I guess) were seeing it with fresh eyes.

Bessie responded well to the critique. She made changes to the story and brought it back, till it was fairly well polished. Then she moved on to another story, and another. Over a year’s time she completed six or seven stories. One of the things I did as group leader was always ask everyone what their intentions were for any post they were sharing. Was it for a magazine? Part of a book? For publication? For family use, or for unknown use? Bessie said she really didn’t know, but that probably just for family use.

But, after about three stories, I realized these would make a great short book. Our denomination, the Church of the Nazarene, publishes six or seven missions books a year through the Nazarene Publishing House. Somewhere around 15,000 words each, these books are designed to inform the church about what is happening in their missions program, and to support that program with prayer, gifts, and other involvement. I could see that Bessie’s book would be about the right length (maybe 2,000 words longer), and would fill a unique gap. Most of these books, as with most of our missionaries, were written by or about ministerial or medical missionaries. Never had I seen one of these books about lay missionaries in a career position.

So, breaking my rule, I encouraged Bessie to begin thinking about how these stories would fit together for one of these denominational missions books. She said no, they were just lay missionaries, how would their book reach anyone, and similar words of unbelief. I said her book was interesting because they were lay missionaries and that our church needed to hear her and Bob’s story. Eventually I helped her to see that what I was saying was true. By this time she had written and shared five of her stories, with two more to go, including one about their retirement years.

Alas, the writing group didn’t make it. Slowly all members except Bessie and me were met by a series of reasons why they couldn’t continue. I folded the group in early September 2012. We really should have done it six months earlier, but the dream dies hard. Bessie and I, however, continued to meet. We would go to the Bentonville library two or three Wednesday evenings before a month, before Wednesday night service. Bob would browse while Bessie and I worked on her manuscript. In addition she e-mailed me her stories, which we now called chapters, and I printed and critiqued them.

She did all the manuscript typing, but didn’t really want to tackle the formatting, so I did that. We tried different arrangement of the chapters until we had it in the most logical order. Then I told her how unsolicited books normally get published through a publisher: query, proposal, then complete manuscript, but that most publishers would want a new author to have the manuscript complete before they turned in a query.

Round and round we went, Wednesday after Wednesday, polishing the manuscript, the proposal, and the query. Bessie had an ex-missionary friend who had written several of these books, to whom she sent the proposal for review and critique. Somehow we learned that we could probably forego the query process—or rather that we could actually submit the proposal with the query, given that from her time as a missionary Bessie knew the person who would head up the selection process. It was early January 2013 that both of us felt that everything was ready. The query was drafted as an e-mail with the proposal (including three sample chapters) attached. I told Bessie to push send.

But she wouldn’t. She said “You’re the one who pushed me into this. You push send.” That gave me a short pause. If I pushed send I had a degree of unintentional ownership in the query, proposal, and sample chapters. I read or skimmed them through again, looking for obvious errors and formatting problems. It looked perfect to me. I pushed send, and told Bessie she was sure to have this accepted for publication. It was a niche book submitted to a niche publisher giving a unique perspective that only she could write.

But the months wore on. Nothing. She saw the man she knew at our quadrennial general assembly, and it was as if she had never submitted it. I had given her typical times for expecting a response, and what to do if you didn’t get one, how to respectfully contact the publisher and ask what the status was. She did that once, and I don’t remember the response or if there was a response. We discussed it several times over last year. I thought it was about time for her to send another “what’s the status shall I look elsewhere” e-mails, but due to sickness, weather, and travel have missed her for several weeks.

Finally, today in my inbox was an e-mail from her. Except all she did was forward me an e-mail from the acquisitions editor she knew. She had sent him a second very respectful e-mail yesterday, and he responded something like, “Oh, didn’t you hear from us? We have your book scheduled as one of our 2015-2016 missions books.”

So there it is. The reluctant writer I mentored will be published. Before I will, at least as something other than self-published. Her success is, in a small way, my success. I wish her many sales and enough royalties to make it worthwhile. As the modern saying is, “You go girl!”

Book Review: The Templar Revelation

It was at my nearest thrift store, I think, that I paid 50 cents for The Templar Revelation: Secret Guardians of the True Identity of Christ, by Lynn Picknett and Clive Prince [1997, Touchstone, ISBN 0-684-84891-0]. On the cover of this paperback it says “As featured in The DaVinci Code“. I figured it was worth the modest investment to see how The DaVinci Code was related to it.

As far as is possible, I feel I wasted my 50 cents. The book is awful. It is divided into two part: 1) The Threads of Heresy, and 2) The Web of Truth. I read about half of part 1 and spot read 20 to 30 pages of part 2 (150 out of 373 total pages). The most common phrase used in the book is “as will be short later,” or various derivatives of that. John the Baptist was more prominent than Jesus, as will be shown later. Mary Magdalene was Jesus’ wife or concubine, as will be shown later. The Knights Templar were adherents to the cult of Mary Magdalene, as will be shown later. The Cathars understood the true importance of the Baptist and the Magdalene, as will be shown later. How tiring, with never a forward reference included, such as “as will be discussed in Chapter 17.” How much later? What chapter should I go to? Why don’t you just explain it now.

The second most common phrase is “according to modern scholarship.” The authors seemed enamored with any study/publication in the last hundred years that in any way contradicts the traditional Christian message and belief. Nineteen hundred years of scholarship is tossed aside simply because it isn’t the latest. This, too, was tiring.

The book does indeed follow The DaVince Code. Or, rather, based on publication dates, The DaVinci Code follows The Templar Revelation, and is its fictional counterpart. DaVinci’s Last Supper, the true purpose of the Knights Templar, the mysterious old or new Priory of Sion with its train of grand masters—all are here. Even some names of Dan Brown’s fictional characters came from historical figures mentioned by Picknett and Prince. Dan Brown must have read this 1997 book before writing his and publishing it in 2003. Although, that blurb on the cover references TDC whereas the latest date on the title page if TTR is 1998. What gives? I thought publishers put the date of the latest printing on the copyright page. Apparently not any more.

The Templar Revelation is poorly written, not from the standpoint of writing craft, but from its lousy scholarship. Despite many footnotes it is poorly referenced, I came away with a sense of the authors wanting to believe anything that would poke holes in Christian orthodoxy. Every hack professor is believed; hundreds of theologians are not. Clearly the authors were trying to strike a balance between a popular book and a scholarly work, and achieved neither. At one point it reads, “As we have seen, most modern Christians are surprisingly badly informed about developments in biblical scholarship.” [page 362]

Hey, Picknett and Prince, that’s because we have settled the question. We have no need to delve into the questionable works you cite to see what Satan has inspired. We believe the gospel message about Jesus’ life and teaching as told by Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John. We believe Christian doctrine as first outlined by Paul and later confirmed by thousand of works by a hundred early Christian authors. We believe that other gospels you seem enthralled with disappeared not because the church tried to destroy them but because they carried no authority, being obviously contradictory and bogus, thus rejected by scholars of a formative age. We don’t need to revisit the question. We are not badly informed; we know whom we have believed in, and why.

If you see The Templar Revelation in a used book sale, leave it there and use your pocket change to buy a sno cone or some other nutritionally void stomach killer. The stomach will recover faster than the mind, should it be infected with this garbage. I’m not going to finish this. I’ll put it in the garage sale pile, and hope to recover half my investment.