Monday, August 24, 2009

Review: There is a God by Anthony Flew

There Is a God: How The World's Most Notorius Atheist Changed His Mind {from Goodreads}

There Is a God: How The World's Most Notorius Atheist Changed His Mind by Anthony Flew

My rating: 3 of 5 stars

I had heard bits of Professor Flew's fabled change of mind, from atheism to theism. The book purchase was an impulse buy, though, when I saw it at one of our local bookshops.

I was eager to read Flew's story. After the introduction, I was eager to gobble the pages. Unfortunately, about midway, I realized I was going to be disappointed. I expected an emphasis on narrative, the story of Flew's wrestling. I wanted to hear the angst and hear him tell the stories of what it was like to be a headliner in so many well known philosophical debates. I wanted to know why he had changed his mind, for sure, but I wanted it set in the context of his life, who he was as a man.

Flew, however, wrote a book that skimmed the surface of his philosophical change of heart. He quotes a lot of people (too many for my taste), and he gives a broad sketch for why, after more than half a decade leading the charge in one direction, he did an about face. It's interesting, even helpful (though I doubt it beefy enough to change many people's mind). It just wasn't worth $22.

Flew describes his journey in words that explain why I found little resonance with this book (and, truthfully, little resonance with his overarching bent in religious matters): "In short, my discovery of the Divine has been a pilgrimage of reason and not of faith." When speaking of belief in God, I'm (for the most part) happy however one happens to get there. However, some paths are more beautiful (to me) than others.

Rather, I wish Flew would have sunk more deeply into the words he quoted from Frederick Copleston: "I do not think that it can be justifiably demanded of the human mind that it should be able to pin down God like a butterfly in a showcase."

Thursday, August 20, 2009

Collier Men

Miska is away to Richmond Hill for a short retreat, which means the Collier house is all men all the time.

Here is a short schedule:
(1) A game of UNO with our shirts off (Wyatt's request)

(2) Wacky photo session (view to the left)

(3) The boys making their first blog entries:

Wyatt: Don't be dumb. Be cool!
Seth: My dad rocks!! (with only minor coaching)

And up next:

(4) Guy's movie - I thought it was going to be Rocky, but I was outvoted - Eragon

(5) Playing with power tools (a power washer to be exact)

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

A Few of the People...

I bet you if I had met him and had a chat with him, I would have found him a very interesting and human fellow, for I never yet met a man that I didn't like. {Will Rogers}

Here are a few of the interesting people I've encountered today:

A courier standing in line with me at the bank. As we talked about his job, I asked him if he had ever transported something really weird. "A body chopped up into parts," he said.

A friend at breakfast. I discovered he likes peanut butter omelets.

A guy waiting, as I was, for the bus. He calls himself "turtle man" because, as he told me, he moves slow - but always forward.

Everywhere we turn, we encounter people with stories and hopes and fears and interesting names. We discover people who will help us see our world with more richness and texture. We find people like us, people different from us. We find strangers who may turn into friends.


Tell me, brother, how do you see the sun standing from where you are today. {Michael Houser}


Monday, August 10, 2009

Dave Matthews is My Farmer

Well, actually Dave is our friends Evan and Missy Hansen's farmer, but the Hansens share their extra eggs with us, so it's essentially the same thing. Essentially.

Dave Matthews (a local icon who got his start bartending and playing at Miller's downtown) and his wife Ashley Harper purchased several adjoining farms a few years ago and named their venture (appropriately), "Best of What's Around." The farm is a Community Supported Agriculture (CSA) farm, where individuals buy seasonal shares or trade working on the farm for receiving the farm's bounty.

I don't know how much time Dave actually spends on his farm, but I love to imagine him in overalls, with a straw hat and chewing on a long piece of golden wheat, gently caressing a turnip while he tries to read the weather. Not that I think about this stuff often, not at all.

Miska and I actually purchased a share of produce from Horse and Buggy, another local food cooperative. Horse and Buggy food comes from a local Mennonite community. So, while the Hansens have a rock idol on their side. We like to think that we have God on ours.

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Shalom

sirens wail
mother sobs
iron clinks
Shalom

stomach gnawing
nightmare haunting
refugee slumping
Shalom

tires squeal
dad disappears
again, again
Shalom

moonless night
sunless soul
forever alone
Shalom

violence
poverty
anarchy
here

goodness
well-being
feasting
everywhere

Shalom.
 
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