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After Ellen had brought everyone their orders, she joined the God-Talk Club group herself.
“Wow,” said Mark. “We have a full house.”
“I just got off work,” said Ellen a bit defensively.
“You don’t have to justify yourself,” said Justine. “I like it when you can join us.”
“My boss is a little bit touchy about having me join one of the groups that meet here. I think he’s afraid I’ll offend someone about their theology, and then they might not come back.”
“If anyone was going to get offended in this group, they’d probably already be gone.” Jerry had worked his way through some bad moments with the outspoken group.
“Speaking of offending, I have a question for the Christians in the group.” Everyone turned as Bob Norman spoke. He wasn’t that regular, but he could always start a big argument with just a few words.
“OK, I’ll bite,” said Mandy when Bob didn’t continue. “What?”
“I’m wondering why you Christians need so many different Bibles. It would seem that you could get it right with fewer tries.”
Both Mandy and Jerry started to answer, then tried to defer to one another, then finally Jerry spoke. “You don’t make new translations because the others didn’t get it right, but because language has changed.”
“But I was reading the other day somewhere that there were new revisions of the New Living Translation and some translation, Christian Standard something or other, I believe.” Bob looked at Jerry, expecting him to fill in the blanks. Jerry looked blank.
“That’s probably the Holman Christian Standard Bible,” said Mandy. “It’s closely related to the Southern Baptists. And yes, I’ve read that it is being revised.”
“OK, so what about it? Is the Bible getting updated?” asked Bob. “I remember now what I read about yesterday. It’s an NIV2011. The 1984 edition isn’t good enough, there has to be a 2011 one.”
“I wouldn’t say updated,” said Jerry. “Sure, scholars can make errors translating, but mostly the improvements are in the language used. I’ve used both the original NLT and the updated NLT and there really isn’t that much difference.”
“Sometimes there are new discoveries that help us understand some text better,” said Mandy. “You know, the Bible is a very ancient book from a very different culture.”
“It’s good to learn new things,” said Justine.
“My church teaches that to some extent the message of the gospel was lost and that the Bible does need some correction,” put in Ellen.
“But the changes aren’t very significant,” Jerry objected.
“What about 1 John 5:7-8?” asked Mac.
“I can’t get over how you just come up with these verses,” said Bob, bemused.
“I like to know the Christian stuff. Then they can’t put something over on me.”
“What’s the problem with 1 John 5:7-8?” asked Jerry.
“It’s in the KJV, but it’s not in most of your modern versions. It’s the best text you have for the trinity, and it’s not really in the Bible!” Mac emphasized that she felt she had scored by drawing the ‘1’ with her finger in the air.
“I don’t need 1 John 5:7-8 to teach the doctrine of the trinity,” said Jerry. “It doesn’t really change anything.”
“Don’t you base all your beliefs on the Bible?” asked Mac.
“It depends on whether you mean ‘on the Bible as a whole’ or ‘on one single text’,” said Mandy.
“Precisely,” said Jerry. He was always glad when he could agree with Mandy, as he thought she was the most committed and well-informed Christian in the group, other than himself. He was less sure about Justine. But Mandy still had a tendency to take a subject to places he’d rather not go.
“But you don’t have any text for the doctrine of the trinity,” said Mac.
“We have lots of texts!” said Jerry.
“Well, no single text that expresses the doctrine,” said Mandy. “But there are lots of doctrines that are that way. That’s why we write doctrinal statements. They summarize what we have learned from scripture.”
Mac had her mouth open, but Bob cut in. “I know enough about Christianity to know that we could spend all evening on the trinity and never discuss anything else. I want to know about Bible translations.” He paused. “How can you trust a book that has to be updated regularly, and that has been translated so many times.”
It was Justine who responded this time. “I hadn’t heard that translation would damage the original book. I don’t see what the number of times the Bible has been translated has to do with anything.”
“Well, you lose something in translation, so if you translate a translation, you lose a little bit more,” said Bob. “I don’t mean that many different translations of the same text are make it less accurate, though I don’t understand why Christians can’t come to an agreement on just how it should be done. I’m talking about translating translations. The Hebrew is translated into Greek, then the Greek into Latin, then the Latin into English. How accurate can the final result be?”
“But that isn’t what happens to Bible translations,” said Justine, looking puzzled. “I’m studying Greek now at the seminary and I will study Hebrew, and we read the texts in the original languages all the time. Why would anyone translate the Bible from Latin today?”
“Bob is probably referring to some of the older Bibles,” said Mark. “I know that Catholic Bibles had to be translated from the Latin text up through Vatican II. We learned about that in church history.”
“But even Catholic Bibles today are translated from the original languages,” said Mandy.
“True,” said Mark.
“You’d have a hard time finding a Bible translated from Latin on a bookstore shelf today,” said Jerry. “I did see a copy of the Douay-Rheims version in our church library the other day, but nobody really uses that.”
“Wasn’t the King James translated from the Greek in the Old Testament?” asked Bob.
“Well, they compared the Greek, but they worked form the Hebrew text.” It was Justine again.
“You know, Justine,” said Jerry. “I didn’t know you were studying Biblical languages.”
“I’m taking a concentration in Biblical studies for my Master of Divinity. I’ve been studying the history of the Bible and I’ll get both basic Greek and Hebrew.”
“Interesting,” said Jerry.
“You’ll have to revise your opinion of her again,” said Mandy with a mischievous look. Jerry was annoyed. Why did Mandy have to say that out loud?
“Jerry doesn’t approve of women as ministers,” said Mac.
“My church wouldn’t allow them,” said Ellen.
“OK,” said Bob. “This group is too easy to distract. I’d love to talk about how reactionary barbarians can’t get that women can do pretty much any job, but let’s do it another time. I want to hear about Bible translations.”
“I wonder what reactionary barbarians do,” said Mandy. “Do they swing from trees?”
There was a moment of silence.
“OK,” said Bob. “This time I didn’t stick to the subject. So you’re all agreeing that most Bible translations are made from the original languages.”
“Yes,” said Jerry.
“But not from the original manuscripts, right?”
“No. We don’t have the original manuscripts.”
“So that is one reason for revised Bible translations, isn’t it? You find new and better manuscripts, so suddenly you know that your Bible is in error and you correct it.”
“I don’t know if I would say it’s in error. But certainly if we find a better text we will follow that with new translations.”
“If it was wrong and you have to change it, then I’d say you corrected an error.”
“I don’t have a problem with that,” said Mandy. We take the best readings we can from what we have. If we didn’t correct it when something better came along that would be silly.”
“But that’s not really the major reason for revising Bible translations,” said Jerry. “It’s more a matter of translation philosophy and changes in modern languages.”
“But why can’t you agree at least on how the Bible should be translated?”
“Why should we?” asked Mandy.
“Shouldn’t there be a right way and a wrong way?”
Justine started laughing. “Have you ever learned a foreign language?”
“Well, I learned some Spanish in High School.”
“No translation is exact, Bob. There’s not just one right way to do it. We’ll even get multiple correct translations in class where we’re supposed to be translating very literally.”
“One of the big issues with the NIV2011,” said Mandy, “is the issue of gender language. For example, should a group that is made up of both men and women be called “brothers” or “brothers and sisters?”
“Which one does the Greek use?” asked Bob.
“Neither,” said Mandy. “The Greek uses a Greek for some reason.”
“Yes, I know,” said Bob. “But what does it mean?”
“It refers to a group of people that includes both men and women in some cases. What English word or phrase does that?”
“Here’s where Mandy and I disagree a bit,” said Bob. “Not that there cannot be variation, but I’d prefer to use brothers, which has always been understood to apply to both sexes, while she wants the women mentioned explicitly.”
“But isn’t there already a revision of the NIV that does that?” asked Mac. Bob was again surprised at her knowledge of Christianity.
“Yes,” said Mandy. “There was the TNIV which has been quite popular for that reason. It’s hard to say what the NIV2011 will be like, though it will likely use some of the vocabulary of the TNIV.”
“And this doesn’t bother you?” asked Bob.
Mandy shrugged.
“You know,” said Jerry. “I bet that if we all agreed on this topic you’d be thinking that we were suppressing dissent.”
“I never said anything of the sort!”
“But that’s your impression of Christians, isn’t it?”
“Well, I do think you suppress free thought by expecting people to adhere to doctrinal statements.”
“Ah, doctrinal statements,” said Mark. “I can’t deal with those tonight. It’s about time for me to be going.”
And with that the group began to break up for the night.
From my sister, Betty Nick, received in e-mail and posted by permission. She wrote this when she was a pre-teen.
Christmas is a happy time
With loved ones near;
God must feel sad to have
Another Christmas come
With so many of His children,
So content down here.
I have to spend too much of December writing things that definitely aren’t eligible, but if you’re a writer, or aspire to be one, I recommend getting involved in something like the December Writing Marathon.
A post at sunestauromai states in prose part of the message I had in mind when I wrote my short story, The Organ and the Tramp, and of course states it more directly.
“So why did you want to see me, Charlie,” said the elderly man after the preliminary social amenities were completed. “It’s been what, 25 years?” His tone was friendly, but his face showed disappointment.
“I wanted you to see what we have happening here. Thirty-five years ago I received my call to ministry in your church when you were preaching. The church helped me get to seminary. Now look at this monument to the gospel. That’s part of your legacy.”
The elderly man sat quietly for a minute. Charlie said it with pride, but it was a pride that was assumed, sort of like a role. He was supposed to be proud of his accomplishments because he was supposed to be. But behind it there was something else. Concern? No, fear was more like it.
“So you called me again after 25 years of silence because you wanted me to see this campus?” It was a beautiful campus, several acres, more than $20 million in budget every year, a lighted cross that could be seen for miles around, thousands of worshipers.
“Well, that was part of it.”
“A very small part, I suspect. You can’t call me at 11 PM, sounding panicked, and tell me that you need to see me as soon as possible, and then expect me to believe you wanted to show me the campus.”
Charlie looked at him for a moment, then chuckled. “I never could deceive you, could I? I still can’t. Look at this.” He pulled out a sheaf of papers and slid them across the desk.
The elderly man looked at them. They were worn and dog-eared, but he could see the date on the front page and it was only two weeks ago. Somebody had been spending a lot of time with these papers. The title read “Survey of Attitudes and Values” followed by the name of the church.
“Why don’t you sum it up for me. I was never all that good with figures,” he said.
“Well, it’s not good news. It tells me that my church members are pretty much like the neighborhood. They’re concerned about the same things, they have the same values, the same divorce rates, the same views on major moral issues. People who worship here are as likely to support abortion as those who don’t, for example.” He paused. “Actually, they’re a bit more likely. They give a bit less, they serve a bit less, they’re as likely to be divorced. It goes on and on. There’s no good news.”
“And this surprises you?”
There was a minute or so of silence.
“You think it shouldn’t?” asked Charlie.
“I think there is always a reason.”
“I’m guessing there would be a different result at the old home church, not that there are enough members to do a proper survey.”
“I don’t know what a survey would show. I never had one taken. I doubt we could afford it.”
“Well, it’s a small church. Here we need to have a way to measure our success.”
“But your problem is that it’s not success that you’re measuring. Do you have any problems with your church budget?”
“Other than the normal, no.”
“You have all the buildings you need?”
“Well, we have some new projects going.”
“Your church is growing?”
“Certainly.”
“So why did you have the survey taken?”
“I wanted to know what impact we’re having on people.”
“You’re their pastor. Can’t you tell?”
“There are thousands of people here. I can’t possibly know them all.”
“And you thought this,” he picked up the survey, “would help you find out?”
“Yes. I was wondering if we needed some new classes, or perhaps counseling programs. Things to help people find their values and live up to them.”
“Did you really think those things were going to work?”
“I don’t know. I was concerned before the survey was taken. Since I read it, I’m feeling even worse.” He paused.
“What is it that you feel?” prompted the elderly man.
“I feel like this is a shell. Like God isn’t here.”
“Good.”
“Good?” Charlie looked puzzled.
“You are still able to listen to the Holy Spirit.”
“But this is discouragement! Surely it’s the work of the enemy!”
“It would be discouragement if it wasn’t true. If it’s true, it’s conviction.”
“So do you have any suggestions? Anything I can do? I’ve been thinking about new classes about the basics of Christianity.”
“No, I don’t think that is what you need.”
“Then what? You were my mentor. You’re the only one I can turn to. The only one who doesn’t expect me to have everything together.”
“No, that’s not true. There is One other. And I think he has some advice for you. You may not like it.”
So be zealous, and repent! – Revelation 3:19b
Unless YHWH builds the house, those who build it labor in vain. – Psalm 127:1
He was dressed in ragged clothing, more patches than original cloth. His face was covered with the stubble of several days without shaving. He looked like he should be cold but he wasn’t shivering. In fact, he looked peaceful.
Tom saw the tramp out of the corner of his eye. He looked around to see if anyone was watching, then turned to cross the parking lot and avoid the man.
“How did the meeting go?” asked a voice.
Tom turned. It was the tramp.
“Fine. How did you know I was in a meeting?”
“You came from the office. The lights have been on in one room for some time. It’s after office hours. You were in a meeting.” He said it evenly, calmly.
“Oh.”
“Did you get the organ?”
“Yes, I did.”
It wasn’t easy, was it?”
Tom looked at the tramp for a moment, he wasn’t wondering how the tramp knew what the meeting was about. Instead, he wondered why he didn’t wonder. “No,” he said. “It wasn’t easy.”
“Patty wanted the money for more materials for the children’s department. She made a strong case.”
“Yes, she did.”
“But she didn’t get the money.”
“No, she didn’t.”
“Alexander wanted you to buy an electronic keyboard rather than the pipe organ. It would have cost less and it could have been used by both the contemporary praise band and the traditional service.”
“True, but there’s nothing like singing the good old hymns to the accompaniment of a pipe organ. It was worth it.”
“The evangelism pastor wanted the money for outreach, didn’t he?”
“Yes, but he didn’t really need those materials. Individual contact will work well enough. You don’t need materials to introduce someone to Jesus.”
“Well, he didn’t get them either. Nellie wanted the money to give to the homeless shelter. But she didn’t get it.”
“Quite true. The organ was very important to me.”
“I wonder how that happened?” asked the tramp.
“I guess they all understood just how important good music is to this congregation.”
“But your reputation didn’t hurt.”
“I’ve served this church longer than any of those folks have been alive!”
“That’s very important to you, isn’t it?”
“Well, it should be! Christianity is all about service. Some of these young people don’t want to do any of the work around the church at all!”
“But you’re always there, moving chairs, cleaning, mowing the grass, whatever needs doing.”
“Yes, I have.” Tom looked at the tramp with pride. He truly had done all those things.
“And you’ve made sure everyone knows, haven’t you?”
Tom paused, surprised. “I never talk about my service. If others notice, that’s their affair.”
“But you make sure they see you, don’t you?”
“I don’t do that!”
“Yet when you saw me you looked around before you headed for the other side of the parking lot. You didn’t want to be seen avoiding me. But when you were sure nobody would see, you turned away from me.”
Tom stopped and just looked. He really had done that. How had the tramp known?
“Well,” continued the tramp, “I hope the organ music truly blesses someone.”
Tom turned to away. It wasn’t fair. He was a servant. Had been for years. The organ was important. It was a good thing!
He turned back to argue, but the tramp was gone. Tom was surprised. He would never have expected someone in the tramp’s condition could move that fast.
Whenever you did something for one of the least of my brothers or sisters, you did it for me. — Matthew 25:40
But as for you, when you do your charitable acts, don’t let yourleft hand know what your right hand is doing. — Matthew 6:3
Jesus said to him, “Foxes have holes, and the birds of the air have nests, but the son of man doesn’t have anywhere to lay his head.” — Matthew 8:20
[This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any persons in the real wold is purely coincidental. Copyright © 2009, Henry Neufeld]
