Titanicalism

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IT STILL SITS as the second highest grossing movie ever: James Cameron’s 1997 Titanic, by James Cameron. $2,186,772,302.00 and change. Not a great flick, but a good one. Personally, I’m just as impressed by the fact of James Cameron’s one-man submarine trip down 7 miles to the bottom of the Marianas Trench…

Sailing, Sailing

Our world is the Titanic: and what you think is going on in life or the life of the world depends very much on what part of the voyage you focus on. I explain.

For some, we’re on a journey in a mighty vessel to the new world, just over the horizon. Full speed ahead! What could possibly go wrong? Look.. all the best people are here, and agree with us! Moar caviar!

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Not long after, the speeding unsinkable shears off countless cold-brittle rivets on an iceberg. The designers had not imagined such a thing, nor prepared for it. As the bow settles, water will keep moving backwards over the watertight bulkheads, until.. doom.

Me, I’m a “life is bow-settling” guy. Death– the water– is creeping up surely and unavoidably. Order is breaking down, people are scrambling for lifeboats, and while some are going full-panic or full-denial, others are trying to abide by their duty, and to help as much as possible, as the Great Ship Utopia begins to founder in earnest into the icy North Atlantic.

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Utopia, Right Ahead!

For many modern day Utopians– this-worldly salvation true-believers– it is in human reach and wisdom to make heaven on earth. Human beings are basically good, and just need enough browbeating, herd-mentality, and extra rules, and we will make a perfect world out of our super-duper selves.

Bizarrely, the very hubris of the modernist movement that built the Titanic and infected politics, and has also infected the Catholic Church. The clueless notion that the 1960s Church would “Listen to the World”, that we needed no redemption just a little buffing, and all would progress together in a la-la-land journey of common purpose and happy thoughts.. the Denial-As-Faith it took place in an actual sinking-Titanic world.

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Consider– at the same time as sin and sacrifice and salvation were being thrown overboard, and a mind-boggling naiveté about human goodness and perfectibility was put on the altar, let us remember that the 20th century was the century of blood; of genocides; of industrial slaughter, of two catastrophic world wars with hundreds of millions dead, injured, made refugee.. plus, with technology abroad to have a third and very final War.

Even as the faux-clever theologians and happy-thinking bishops were trying to remake the faith into something unChristian and unrecognizable, the ovens of Auschwitz were not 20 years cold; Soviet Gulags and Chinese death-camps were brimming over; that World War Three had nearly begun a couple years before over Cuba; that despite the rush of technology and Western prosperity, that fallen human nature had not actually changed, and that we needed the Cross of Christ and His risen life more than ever.

Even the ancient pagans knew better: “Those whom the gods would destroy” they warned “they first drive mad.” Denial is a sweet addiction: but reality is always best.

Living In Dreams

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Forever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever….

As if it were 1905, and a perfect world was just ahead, out went the old religion, the Latin, the rosaries, the relics, the art and architecture: come now the felt banners and camping songs, the puppets & clowns, the moralistic therapeutic deist sermons (with a dash of revolution), of a new and sinless humanity feeling its oats in experiment and innovation and… “Iceberg, right ahead!!”

Mortality? Still with us. Human failing, cruelty, blindness, and evil? Check. Our limitations, blindness, and failed good intentions? Yup. Hurting one another, deliberately and just because? Pretty much. Violence, false belief, unspeakable deeds, a foolish naivete? Mass murder? Warfare? Always & everywhere.

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Prisoners at Jiangbei prison, Hubei province, in 1998. Look! Free transplants, slave-labour, and neatening up the political process all in one!

Only, for all these abiding and tragic realities of our bent human nature, progressive religion has no answers, having treated as flotsam and jetsam the faith of our fathers, the wisdom of 20 Christians centuries and 15 Hebrew centuries before that; the riches of Roman Law and Greek philosophy and theatre; and all the good things of Western Civilization. Yard sale.. we have shiny new plastic things!

So the next time some smirking collar tells you all is well, celebrate yourself, God is (only) love, and love is probably God, hug a warm puppy and be happy– realize he’s trying to sell you a berth on the sinking Titanic, has no answers, no salvation to pass on to you, and is not in touch with the Real, or Jesus, or God– nor the reality of life and death and sin.

ITYS,

Binks

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There’s more wisdom and human feeling and recognition of sin in the following Scouting campfire song than in a modernist post-Christian hymn or sermon.

The Titanic (Husbands And Wives) Camp Song

Traditional

Oh they built the ship Titanic
To sail the ocean blue
And they thought they had a ship
That the water would never go through;
But the Lord’s Almighty hand
Said that ship would never land,
It was sad when that great ship went down.

Chorus:
It was sad. It was sad.
It was sad when the great ship went down.
(to the bottom of the…)
Husbands and wives,
Little children lost their lives
It was sad when the great ship went down.)

They were off from England
And not very far from shore
When the rich refused
To associate with the poor
So they sent them down below
Where they’d be the first to go
It was sad when that great ship went down.

Chorus

The boat was about to sink,
And the sides about to burst,
When the captain shouted, “All
Women and children first!”
Oh, the captain tried to wire,
But the wires was on fire,
It was sad when the great ship went down.

Chorus

Oh, they swung the lifeboats out
O’er the deep and ragin’ sea,
When the band struck up with,
“Nearer My God to Thee.”
Little children wept and cried,
As the waves swept o’er the side,
It was sad when the great ship went down.

Chorus

Look! A Squirrel!

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~ SO THERE WAS your humble WebElf, reading (online) the Pusey translation of The Confessions of St. Augustine (Book VIII), and I came across pre-saint Augustine’s comments about how deeply moved he was by the (then) book, The Life Of Anthony (of Egypt) Quotation below.

My brain is.. well.. not unlike a hamster on caffeine, so away I went to find a copy of the said other book, and started reading that.. before having finished Confessions... which I promptly forgot to finish. Welcome to my world.

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What’s not to like? A book written by a saint.. about a saint, which inspired another man to eventually became a saint. Doesn’t that insta-rate five stars.. or, perhaps, haloes?

Written by St. Athanasius of Alexandria, The Life Of St. Anthony of Egypt, primary founder of Christian monasticism, is a readable, gripping, and inspiring Christian classic. St. Augustine, in his confessions, describes reading it along with his friends, and being deeply moved by it.

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A youngish St. Augustine and his mother, St. Monica, she of the very very patient and constant prayers for her wayward son.

None of us knows the effect of our lives, actions, words– or failures in the same– on our neighbours and times, or those to come. St. Anthony and St. Augustine both knew that the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ is faithful, and sowed their seed in their times. Lo and behold, those earlier heroes of the faith inspired one of the great Church Fathers in his day and age to fight the battles and fight the good fight in his day and age.

A reminder to abide faithful, however hard the slog or dark the times.

Cheers,

Binks, Elf of Web


 

14. Upon a certain day, then, Nebridius being away (why, I do not remember), lo, there came to the house to see Alypius and me, Pontitianus, a countryman of ours, in so far as he was an African, who held high office in the emperor’s court. What he wanted with us I know not, but we sat down to talk together, and it fell out that upon a table before us, used for games, he noticed a book; he took it up, opened it, and, contrary to his expectation, found it to be the Apostle Paul—for he imagined it to be one of those books which I was wearing myself out in teaching. At this he looked up at me smilingly, and expressed his delight and wonder that he had so unexpectedly found this book, and this only, before my eyes. For he was both a Christian and baptized, and often prostrated himself before You our God in the church, in constant and daily prayers. When, then, I had told him that I bestowed much pains upon these writings, a conversation ensued on his speaking of Antony, the Egyptian monk, whose name was in high repute among Your servants, though up to that time not familiar to us. When he came to know this, he lingered on that topic, imparting to us a knowledge of this man so eminent, and marvelling at our ignorance. But we were amazed, hearing Your wonderful works most fully manifested in times so recent, and almost in our own, wrought in the true faith and the Catholic Church. We all wondered— we, that they were so great, and he, that we had never heard of them.

15. From this his conversation turned to the companies in the monasteries, and their manners so fragrant unto You, and of the fruitful deserts of the wilderness, of which we knew nothing. And there was a monastery at Milan full of good brethren, without the walls of the city, under the fostering care of Ambrose, and we were ignorant of it. He went on with his relation, and we listened intently and in silence. He then related to us how on a certain afternoon, at Triers, when the emperor was taken up with seeing the Circensian games, he and three others, his comrades, went out for a walk in the gardens close to the city walls, and there, as they chanced to walk two and two, one strolled away with him, while the other two went by themselves; and these, in their rambling, came upon a certain cottage inhabited by some of Your servants, poor in spirit, of whom is the kingdom of heaven, where they found a book in which was written the life of Antony. This one of them began to read, marvel at, and be inflamed by it; and in the reading, to meditate on embracing such a life, and giving up his worldly employments to serve You….

Conf. VIII. 14-15.

A Battle-Cry

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Look! It’s Theology! And one of those Irritating Yo-yos.. er, Fidget-spinners.

WAS SHE A NICE NUN? I suppose if you think Whoopi Goldberg’s “Sister Act” is accurate history, or a great life-lesson.

drmaryThe nun-professor (RIP in 2013) was probably a post-war vocation, and then when the Vatican II Asteroid hit and asploded all the things, she joined the revolution. Heaven on earth! Telling all the bad people how to think! The reputation & power of the older idea of a consecrated nun, whilst undermining all the things! Women clergy now!

We talked in her office one day at the theo-illogical school where she taught. She seemed astonished to meet someone who actually still believed all the things in the Creed– without smirking, mental reservations, or intellectual finger-crossing– as if I were a centaur or leprechaun or some other such legendary beast. A hard case.

She trotted out the ultimate weapon– Latin! You know, cuz in TV shows like ‘Supernatural‘, or the Buffy The Vampire Slayer series, Latin works wonders against evil things. Plus, I was Anglican, and had only a passing familiarity with Latin.

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Oddly enough, opposing the forces of ultimate evil with felt banners, puppet-shows, happy-clappy guitar songs, singing ‘Kumbayah’, and 1960’s churchy cultural Marxism was not  found to be so effective. Who knew?

“It’s a ‘symbolum‘, a symbol, a meaningful affirmation of our unity,” she said nicely. Indeed, The ApostlesCreed is sometimes entitled Symbol of the Apostles, is an early statement of Christian belief, likely` from Rome.

Younger me piped up. Incorrigible young twerp.

“Well, it’s that, too, but it’s also unity based on common truths, revealed by God in the Scriptures and the life of the Church by the Holy Spirit, isn’t it?”

“You need to go and read about symbolism, and not to over-emphasize ideas”, she said not quite so nicely. After all, too much of that olden-times theology taken seriously, and you might stop fighting for the revolution. ‘Heavenly minded, no earthly use’ and all that.

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I don’t recall how the rest of it went, except I was puzzled, slightly mystified by the power of Latin and the ‘Symbolum” thing. You know, how the Revolution undermines and then wrecks actual beliefs, like that hidden rust eating away quietly until the floor of your car is suddenly gone, replaced by… nothing.

Symbolum!

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Come the Roman Legion, their symbols over them of Legion and Rome and Eagles and battle-honours; and within each living breast, the symbol or vow of their military promises to serve, not to run, The Senate And People Of Rome (SPQR) and all that.

You see that coming, from 200 BC until AD 400-ish, and you’d better surrender, run, prepare for a fight to the death.

Early Christian philosopher Justin Martyr (c. AD 150) wrote to Emperor Antoninus Pius:

“….And so it was said by the prophet, The breath before our face is the Lord Christ. And the power of this form is shown by your own symbols on what are called vexilla [banners] and trophies, with which all your state possessions are made, using these as the insignia of your power and government, even though you do so unwittingly. And with this form you consecrate the images of your emperors when they die, and you name them gods by inscriptions….”

[ Apologia, Chapter 55. Symbols of the cross ]

These were not advertising symbols, like McDonald’s or Nintendo; nor ’empty symbolism’ like a now viciously secular university still preserving the dusty chapel built by the faith of the founders. Or something we ‘affirm’ but not too specifically. It was life and death: for Legion, and your brother beside you, and for Rome.

So the nun might have been nice (she did smile a lot), but she was not being entirely honest about the ‘symbolic’ nature of the realities affirmed by Christian Creeds of the Church. This glowing supernatural true Symbol– like flags or banners of an army, a nation, a clan– represent outwardly the inward promises and abiding truths taught in the Bible– and of God’s promises to us.

Finally?

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Every morning I walk the dog, and pray. For me, I say the Apostle’s Creed each morning as marching with the Lord’s Army– of angels, archangels, martyrs, saints, as the promise and rallying cry of a better country, as a spine-stiffening and soul encouraging reminder of the Real, revealed by God in His only-begotten Son, Jesus Christ, our conquering Captain, who has led the forces of darkness captive in a triumph by his dying & rising again. It’s a battle cry, not an advertising jingle, or empty statement.

Try it, in Church, and in your devotions– say the Creed with deadly serious joy, and commitment, since we are all in a battle against evil, Satan and all his works, and the world seeking to replace God. Souls hang in the balance, including mine and yours.

Whatever happens to the West in the next generation, I beg God’s grace that I will not surrender, betray, or fail to serve in my time. Amen: may it be so. ~

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Battle Ready, Cool, and Durable

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~ ITEM:I looked at this “masculine and muscular” military rosary, and said to myself, “The men need to have these!!”

~ ITEM: RUGGED ROSARIES® = The spiritual strength, durability, and reliability of the Holy Rosary PLUS the proven strength, durability, and reliability of paracord.

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~ WORD HAS IT that many persons of a popistical sort have no end of problems with their cool prayer-tool: the rosary. Knotted up in tangles; spontaneously breaking into a pocket full of beads and broken wire; just wearing out.. and for Catholic men, having, well, rather girly-looking jewelery in hand.

Well, no more!

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Witness two new products for the prayer-warrior in these troublous times: the military paracord rosary, and the World war reproduction rosary (seen at top)! That’s right, actual military parachute cord, able to support up to 550 pounds of weight, and ever-useful in survival, fishing, and emergency situations to tourniquets and the like; and metal bead on chain rosaries given to U.S. Catholic soldiers in two world wars, meant to survive just about anything and everything.. actual military service, travel, hiking, construction sites, rough handling, small children, and more.

For the manly Catholic men out there, both give the lie to the old saying that “rosaries are for old women”, and that they must look like tacky Victorian costume jewelry, fit for a dowager. The para-cord ones are especially suitable for military personnel, and can survive a great deal of rough accidental usage; they can hang off your belt, in your car, off your ruck-sack, or (OK, ladies, you can have one too) in your purse.

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Listen TO MC Hammer!

Why? We got to pray, as noted cultural philosopher and performer of musical tunes MC Hammer has noted in one of his songs. As the chaos rises, as the persecution of Christians (especially Catholics) grows under secular regimes, and Jihadi attacks, as out souls thirst for the living God, we need the power, peace, and comfort.. as St. Paul commanded.. “Pray Without Ceasing”. Part of why our civilization is so sick? We’ve ceased to water it, ourselves, or our neighbor and various problems with patient, persistent, and powerful prayer.

Surely Binks has sold his soul for this one? Nope. The WebElf gets no Vatican kickbacks, bribes, inducement, incentive, pay-off, graft, sweeteners, sop, backhander, enticement, hush money, payola, allurement, or corrupting gift for praising up this gear, nor do I own either (yet). I just surf the web, and come across interesting answers to age-old problems, get enthused, and start talking about it online. Squee!!

What Are You Waiting For?

So drop a line to Fr. Richard Heilman and ask about his awesome 1916 Military Combat Rosary and mini prayer-manuals; or over to the paracord people of Cordbands.com’s Rugged Rosaries®, for their wide & interesting line of paracorded holy gear, and other stuffs. They have a lot of different products, scattered over several pages, so check out the entire site if you’re interested.

P.S. Teh Binks loves the Memento Mori’ Skulls Rosary, as seen below.

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So Saith,

Teh Binks

Easter III: Thus Saith Hilary

~ WISE WORDS worth pondering, about where we are in 2016, spiritually, and what it all means in the light of Holy Week, Good Friday, and Easter. The article is by commentator and freelance writer (and lucky friend of Binks), Miss Hilary White.

Read, mark, learn, and inwardly digest.

Cheers,

~B~

Hatred, Wisdom and Easter: What’s the Connection?

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A Happy St. Patrick’s Day

WELL HELL’S BELLS! Now here they are, dragging religion into holidays, and everything! What’s this world coming to?

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The Lorica (Breastplate) of Saint Patrick, also known as The Deer’s Cry, is an ancient devotional prayer, his call to arms and call to faith, his personal testament, a prayer for protection, and of the great and ringing faith of the Evangelist To The Irish.

 

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A Roman Lorica Segmentata (Segmented Breastplate), c. AD100

Possibly a Romano-Scot, the teen Patricius was likely captured and enslaved from somewhere around Dumbarton, and after his escape home, later went to France and Italy to study Christianity. He felt a call to return to Ireland to evangelize the very people who had made him a slave. His family included Christian clergy, Roman legionaries, and his maternal uncle may have been St. Martin of Tours.


St Patrick – The Apostle of Ireland

Various relics– including the pastoral staff (the Bachall Iosa) belonging to St. Patrick were preserved and honoured for over 1100 years, but were burnt in Dublin as ‘dangerous Popish trash’ in 1538 by the Protestant English. Surviving are his bell, part of his jaw, and a tooth, amongst other things & places associated with him.

Though the following rendering of The Lorica is clear and poetic, I prefer the musical setting and the hymn lyrics based on the prayer by Irishwoman C.F. Alexander. I had this hymn sung as part of my ordination service into the Anglican priesthood, in 1992, on Holy Cross Day.

Can I Get An Amen?

1639 years along, The Breastplate prayer still has the power to lift my heart up unto the Lord, give me goosebumps, and inspire me to fight the good fight. I hope it does the same for you.

ALMIGHTY GOD, who in thy providence didst choose thy servant Patrick to be the apostle of the Irish people, to bring those who were wandering in darkness and error to the true light and knowledge of thee: Grant us so to walk in that light, that we may come at last to the light of everlasting life; through Jesus Christ our Lord, who liveth and reigneth with thee and the Holy Spirit, one God, now and ever. Amen.

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Lorica of Saint Patrick

I Arise Today
Through a mighty strength, the invocation of the Trinity,
Through a belief in the Threeness,
Through confession of the Oneness
Of the Creator of creation.

I arise today
Through the strength of Christ’s birth and His baptism,
Through the strength of His crucifixion and His burial,
Through the strength of His resurrection and His ascension,
Through the strength of His descent for the judgment of doom.

I arise today
Through the strength of the love of cherubim,
In obedience of angels,
In service of archangels,
In the hope of resurrection to meet with reward,
In the prayers of patriarchs,
In preachings of the apostles,
In faiths of confessors,
In innocence of virgins,
In deeds of righteous men.

I arise today
Through the strength of heaven;
Light of the sun,
Splendour of fire,
Speed of lightning,
Swiftness of the wind,
Depth of the sea,
Stability of the earth,
Firmness of the rock.

I arise today
Through God’s strength to pilot me;
God’s might to uphold me,
God’s wisdom to guide me,
God’s eye to look before me,
God’s ear to hear me,
God’s word to speak for me,
God’s hand to guard me,
God’s way to lie before me,
God’s shield to protect me,
God’s hosts to save me
From snares of the devil,
From temptations of vices,
From every one who desires me ill,
Afar and anear,
Alone or in a multitude.

I summon today all these powers between me and evil,
Against every cruel merciless power that opposes my body and soul,
Against incantations of false prophets,
Against black laws of pagandom,
Against false laws of heretics,
Against craft of idolatry,
Against spells of women and smiths and wizards,
Against every knowledge that corrupts man’s body and soul.
Christ shield me today
Against poison, against burning,
Against drowning, against wounding,
So that reward may come to me in abundance.

Christ with me, Christ before me, Christ behind me,
Christ in me, Christ beneath me, Christ above me,
Christ on my right, Christ on my left,
Christ when I lie down, Christ when I sit down,
Christ in the heart of every man who thinks of me,
Christ in the mouth of every man who speaks of me,
Christ in the eye that sees me,
Christ in the ear that hears me.

I arise today
Through a mighty strength, the invocation of the Trinity,
Through a belief in the Threeness,
Through a confession of the Oneness
Of the Creator of creation.

St. Patrick (ca. AD 377)

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The Expurgated Version

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~ ITEM: List of Verses Omitted from other Bible Versions (NIV, ASV, NASB et al.)

~ ITEM: On Bible Criticism and Its Counterarguments; and The Documentary Theory of the Authorship of the Pentateuch: Collection of Critical Articles

~ THE MORE THAT the Bible is translated, said C.S. Lewis, the less it is read. There are now so many boutique and niche-versions of the Christian Bible, it’s a veritable forest. We might also say that the more experts have their way with God’s Word, the more it seems to vanish into thin air, by their critical acids, pretending to be ‘objective scholarship’ of Biblical Criticism.

These ideas are partly why so many preachers say such weird and irrelevant stuff from the pulpit– they have the special inside knowledge, you see. The sheep in the pews are there to be patronized, talked down to, and baffled with this kind of BS.

It Gets Worse

But the nasty thing about a lot of modern Bibles? They simply leave some verses out, or in the footnotes, because experts. And they won’t always tell you what they’ve been up to.

Thing is, saith Binks, such edits depend on a teeteringly tall stack of assumptions about the Bible, and Julius Wellhausen-style ‘onwards and upwards progression’ arguments. I am no expert, and am instinctively suspicious of experts, and expertism in general. Partly because of problems like this:

“Wellhausen’s method is clear and straightforward. Every passage that fits his theory is authentic; all others are forgeries.”

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What-now? Yes, you read that correctly.

Wellhausen’s method & theory itself depends on a taken-for granted 19th century theory of improvement & progress, that acorns come before oak trees, and (to make it very simplistic) we now are the smartest & bestest people ever, because we are alive now, and  we know so much more than the naive dolts who went before us. Especially the pre-scientific & pre-critical nitwits who lived & lied-up the Bible. It would have been  better, really, if they’d all been superior Germanic Biblical professors a lot like Wellhausen.

This is classical ‘Jumping Off Your Own Shadow’ cleverness, where your master-theory assumes what it has to prove, and does not include a proper examination of the hidden assumptions, presumptions, and biases implicit in, say, being a late 19th century German academic. This is a classical form of Ivory Tower Blind-Spot. It reminds me of a retired Episcopal Seminary professor who said, in my hearing, that given the way that saint, evangelist, apostle and eyewitness of Our Lord St. Matthew mis-handled the Old Testament, that he  “would have flunked my intro to the New Testament course.”

Words fail.

Then, all the like-minded modern experts gather together, echo each other, and assume anybody not as clever as them & Wellhausen are rather pitiable unserious persons, and to be treated as such, or simply lied to in general.

Looking At The Bible

We simply don’t know why some families of NT documents have omissions, differences, or variations. Nor do Biblical Scholars, especially the darned German ones, who have utterly buggerized & theoretized the faith & Bible as much as they have helped it.

As Pope Benedict XVI has pointed out in his two books on Jesus of Nazareth, even after we have criticized and analysed and crumbled the Bible, we still must unbreak it and re-read and know it as God’s Word. Deconstruction must lead to deeper understanding, or it is merely a con leading to destruction. Unwisdom.

Or, as a recently rediscovered speech & poem by J.R.R. Tolkien puts it,

Twenty years have flowed away
down the long river
And never in my life will return
for me from the sea.
Ah, years in which looking far away
I saw ages long past
When still trees bloomed
free in a wide country.

And thus now all begins to wither
With the breath of cold-hearted wizards
To know things they break them*
And their stern lordship they establish
Through fear of death.

* My emphasis.

A Few Speculations

For instance– even if we agree (‘cuz it’s shorter & simpler = Wellhausen) that the Gospel of Mark is early, might not the early Church very early on (in late apostolic immediate sub-apostolic time) have been guided by the Holy Spirit to edit the Gospel to add, fix, and clarify Mark, in accord with the faith, the creed, and the three other Gospels? So the runty-Gospel doesn’t look strange and incomplete, compared to the other three, the Letters of Paul, and the preaching, creed, and worship in the Churches?

Or, what if the scribes of Peter wrote more in an ‘updated edition’, as remembered from his preaching, with the last chapter?

Or, what if there was an early set of incomplete manuscripts, and a later completed one?

Or, what if the earliest (fuller) texts were destroyed or lost in various persecutions or invasions, and other texts (the incomplete, or uncorrected or partial texts) survived, because they were not in as much use?

That’s a very few “what ifs”, on one possibility, for one Gospel. So easy, a web-elf can do it. Oh, and, of course, everything that fits my theory is authentic; all others are forgeries.

Growl, Grumble

Leaving dozens of verses out of modern Bible translations as modern scholars have done in too many Bible mistranslations is hubristic, arrogant, and assumes too much that we simply cannot know, but must take on faith. And no, I’m not a KJV-worshipper– nor am I an unreflective Westcott & Hort, or Wellhausen fanboy.

Let’s be clear here: as against the witness of a good part of the surviving New Testament documents, experts have made their version of the Bible fit Liberal German theories of simpler=earlier. Anything that does not fit with the theory does not belong.

However, I do believe that the Spirit-guided evangelists of the Spirit-guided Church were indeed receivers of the promised Holy Ghost, who would bring all things into remembrance, whatsoever Jesus had taught the apostles, and to write it in the Spirit-sealed Word of God, all by the power and inspiration of the Risen Logos, the incarnate Word, Jesus Christ.

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Somehow, the Church prospered and grew and preached for over 1830 years (give or take) without the bizarre and too often destructive and high-handed ‘expertise’ of unrestricted theories and guesses about the Bible, which has led us to the ideological nightmare of “politically correct” feminist ‘Bibles‘, pro-Gay ‘Bibles‘, and the popular modern ‘with the suspicious bits left out’ versions.

Don’t trust the experts. Binks may be wrong, too. The truth may be larger, more interesting, simpler or more complicated than some German guy said. The experts do not have, or should not have, the final word. ~

~ Binks