Fiction We Read this Summer—Part 2

Silas Marner by George Eliot — I was encouraged to read this book by Amy who, after reading it, raved about what a beautiful and redemptive story it is.  Indeed it is.  The story centers around a man, Silas Marner, who, because of some material losses, becomes a miserly recluse.  But then, quite unexpectedly, a child comes into his life and their relationship completely transforms him.  (Here’s a complete summary.)  While the general plot is simple and straightforward, the actual narrative and character interactions are rather complex.  But it all adds to the realism of the tale.  This is one aspect of Eliot’s genius as a writer, I think.  Another thing that makes this book such a remarkable achievement is that it is a compelling story of hope and redemption.  It is much easier to write realistic stories that are dark, depressing and tragic.  But show me someone who can tell a convincing story of redemption, and I’ll show you a great writer.  And that’s George Eliot.

The Aeneid by Virgil — I regret that it has taken me so long to finally read this ancient classic, which is regarded by many as the most important work in Western history next to the Bible.  But better late than never.  It is an epic poem that traces the legend of the founding of the Roman Empire, beginning with the sack of Troy and Aeneas’s leadership of the survivors to Italy where they ultimately conquer the Latins.  While following the Homeric tradition in many ways, including the epic poem format and the central role of a great hero who survives seemingly endless hardships, the Aeneid differs in one crucial respect.  While Homer celebrated the individual hero, Virgil places a primacy on the collective, civil society.  As a storyteller, Virgil is remarkable, especially his patience in constructing scenes and his meticulous descriptions of people and events.  He devoted 11 years to writing the Aeneid, and at the time of his death in 19 B.C. was still in the process of editing it.  Virgil left instructions in his will to have the unfinished manuscript destroyed, but thankfully Emperor Augustus did not allow this, instead directing some poet friends of Virgil to prepare it for publication.  It is fascinating to ponder the impact of this one decision, the historical significance of which might exceed that of all of the emperor’s other accomplishments.

Fiction We Read this Summer—Part 1

This summer Jim and I both did a lot of reading, including some classic fiction.  In this post and the next we will take turns commenting on some of those books.

The Fountainhead by Ayn Rand—This book is what I would describe as philosophical fiction, a novel whose main purpose is to present the philosophy of its writer.  It centers around the character Howard Roark, a rogue architect who refuses to conform to the prevailing opinions of his profession. It is a story of what happens when the individual dares to rise up against conventional wisdom.

On the one hand, I think Rand offers profound insights into the nature of liberalism and the evils it can cause.  As I read, I felt almost as if the novel were coming to life before my eyes with regard to the manipulation of public opinion through a variety of media outlets. When it comes to politics, Rand seems almost prophetic.

On the other hand, however, I strongly disagree with Rand regarding religion. A devout atheist, Rand considered religious devotion a weakness, something whose demands for the sacrifice of one’s individuality greatly resembled similar demands on the part of communism.  Contrary to Rand, I see belief in a higher power as consistent with the valuing of individuals.  It is simply that, in my opinion, our value and ability to achieve greatness comes not from within but from above.

I recently saw a posting on Facebook mocking politically conservative Christians for admiring the works of Rand. This seems a bit hypocritical for those who supposedly value a variety of voices in the public share.  As for me, I will take truth where ever it may be found and there is much to be found in The Fountainhead.

Red Badge of Courage by Stephen Crane—I picked this up after looking through several “Top 100” lists and realizing I had apparently missed reading this one in high school.  It was a little off-putting that the first time I brought it to the lake to read someone asked, “Are you reading that…voluntarily?”  It was a bit slow to start but I quickly found myself swept away by the horrors of war. Having read a good bit about the Civil War, it was an important reminder that whichever side you were on, there was a great and bloody price to pay.  I especially appreciate that Crane presents the protagonist’s experience of battle with a perfect balance of realism and sympathy. You have compassion for his moments of cowardice and celebrate his moments of bravery.  I was glad to cross this off of my “Need to Read” list and feel wiser for the experience.

Book Blurbs

Well, I don’t know what y’all are up to this time of year, but for me, ‘tis the season for sitting lake side watching my kids play, trying not to get skin cancer and reading lots of books. Like most people, the summer isn’t a time when I say “Gee, I would really like to read a deep, metaphysical tome right now.” (That’s what Jim does over summer break.) So here are a few of the books I am reading (have read) this summer.

Grimm’s Complete Fairy Tales by Jacob and Wilhelm Grimm: To shed any pretensions of intellectualism, I will admit that I became interested in reading the Grimm’s Tales after reading a review of Snow White and the Huntsman, which claimed that this movie version was truer to the original than Walt Disney’s version. This seems a bit like saying Veggie Tales is more like the Bible than is Prince of Egypt, but nevertheless I was curious to read some of the stories I thought I knew. I have enjoyed reading these here and there. One of the things that has struck me is the lack of religious references in any of them. It’s summer so I will wait until fall to think too hard about that one, but it was interesting nonetheless.

The Book Thief by Markus Zusak: I have only started this one and will definitely finish it at some point though it might not qualify as a beach read, but since Taylor Lake doesn’t really qualify as a beach maybe that’s okay. I love it’s originality though stories that jump around on the timeline often frustrate me.

Boy by Roald Dahl: Here is summer reading at it’s best. Entertaining yet informative. If you have ever wondered what kind of childhood could produce the mind that gave us Charlie and the Chocolate Factory or, my children’s favorite, The Twits, this is a must read.

To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee: Again, not exactly light reading but it was the June selection for my book club, the book club I never go to because I am too busy roasting in the sun but like to pretend I am a part of. I read it in high school, which I pretty much think qualifies as never having read it or having read the back cover and maybe some random pages in the middle. Either way, I had forgotten (or never realized) what an amazing book this is. I will truly miss Scout the rest of the summer.

I Am Half Sick of Shadows by Alan Bradley: The only downside to this book was that it was set at Christmas and as we are roasting in July heat that someone mistakenly placed in June, I had some difficulties imagining blizzards and plots to trap Santa Claus. Still, Bradley managed to deliver another amusing mystery starring the intrepid Flavia de Luce. I think she and Scout would be friends, if they didn’t live decades apart, in different countries, and weren’t imaginary characters.

Amy’s New Book: Letting Go of Perfect

There are certain thrills in life that one never forgets—like your wedding day, the birth of your children, and when your favorite team wins the World Series.  Though, of course, for Chicago Cubs fans like me you never get to experience the latter thrill.  Oh well.  Still, two out of three ain’t bad.  Anyway, for me this week has brought a thrill that compares to all of those:  My wife’s first book was released.  Woo hoo!

It’s entitled Letting Go of Perfect, and its about the common struggle women face as they deal with the tension between cultural expectations on the one hand and the ideal of being truly authentic on the other.  Even after several close readings (in the process of editing it), I still love reading it.  Every page is full of both humor and theological insight, which as a writer myself would really make me struggle with envy if I wasn’t married to the author.  Well, okay, I do struggle with envy anyway.  But I’m working through that.

Anyway, check out the book.  And if you’d like to have Amy Spiegel speak at your church, school, women’s group, retreat or some other event, just let her know.

Finally, in conjunction with the book, Amy has started another blog, called Ah, Crabapples, which is about seeing God’s hand at work in everyday things.  But don’t worry, she’ll continue to post here at Wisdom and Folly as well.  What a multi-tasker.  She might have let go of perfect, but she seems pretty close to me!

Heaven is Little House on the Prairie

Being a mom calls for many sacrifices. Giving birth, years of sleepless nights, sitting on the soccer sidelines in the freezing rain as well as the blistering heat. So much of your life is given over to the health and well-being of others that your free time becomes precious. I pity the child who calls down for a glass of water when I have “punched my time clock” and crashed in front of the TV for a little Netflix action. And despite the fact that I am the adult and the one who is supposed to know all about dying to self, it still takes a serious act of self-discipline to let the kids watch “American’s Funniest Home Videos” when I want to watch “Masterpiece Classics.” (I actually forced the boys to watch Sense and Sensibility with me a while back. Highlight of the experience? Sam passionately declaring “If Willoughby turns out to be a bad guy, I am going to be so mad!”) No one ever told me that parenthood would require laying down my leisurely pursuits along with all the more anticipated sacrifices. The worst part is that not only do my kids want to watch their shows but they want me to watch with them.

This also goes for whatever books they are reading. Silly me, I thought that once most of them were reading on their own, my time with books well below my reading level was over. So I have read books about the offspring of the Greek gods, books about the adventures of children in underground worlds, books about a world full of wizards and witches (okay, Harry Potter is awesome. I just didn’t need to read the series three times.) When I suggest books that I liked as a kid, all I get is blank stares and polite silence. But a few weeks ago, I caught a break when Bailey’s class was assigned Farmer Boy for book club. The Laura Ingalls Wilder books are everything I love rolled into one: farm life, history, moral lessons and amusing antidotes about childhood that magically capture life from a child’s perspective without a hint of condescension. I have tried for years to get the kids to read one of these books and now here was my chance. I loved the book so much I broke the cardinal rule of book club: No reading ahead. Sorry Bailey.

One can’t read Farmer Boy without being struck by how hard the Wilder family works to provide for themselves. Basically, the majority of the book is taken up with detailed descriptions of how they grew their food, how they made their clothes, etc. And I couldn’t get enough of it. They seemed so full of purpose and directions. I found myself longing to be transported into their world, a world in which there seemed little room for ambiguity.

While I still have dreams of owning chickens and livestock, the reality is that I am town folk, at least for now. But someday, even if I have to die to get there, I will get my little farmhouse. I will work all day and enjoy the fruits of my labor. Everything I do will have purpose and meaning. Only in this reality I won’t have to put up with the lack of indoor plumbing or stay up late worrying if the corn crop is going to freeze.

As strange as it might sound, I long for a Heaven of work, not rest. The white-cloud-and-harp Heaven is for the birds. I want a Heaven in which we can work but never tire, a heaven free of sickness and anxiety but full of chores to be done. So much of what wears me out in this world isn’t the work itself but rather my uncertainty regarding the meaningfulness of that work. I long to be in the presence of my Creator so that I might receive clearly and from His owns lips, my to-do list for the day, or possibly my to-do list for the next thousand years. Either way, when I pass through those pearly gates I will be ready to roll up my sleeves and dirty my hands with the soil of Heaven. Maybe that sounds more like Hell to you but to me it’s sounds like Paradise.

Book Blurbs

Over Christmas break, I did two things (other than celebrate the birth of Jesus and spend time with the fam, of course): read books and watch Parenthood. I will save Parenthood for another day. For now, here are some of the books I read in the last few months.

Killing Lincoln: The Shocking Assassination that Changed America Forever by Bill O’Reilly and Martin DugardThere are some subjects I simply can’t get enough of and Abraham Lincoln is one such subject. I highly recommend both Team of Rivals by Doris Kearns Goodwin and Manhunt: The 12-Day Chase for Lincoln’s Killer by James L. Swanson. I was curious to see what new light O’Reilly and Dugard had to shed on the subject of Lincoln’s death and was not disappointed.  Their contextualizing for the reader with the culmination of the Civil War added to my sense of the tragedy of Lincoln’s assassination as well as providing insight into the forces that drove John Wilkes Booth. I found myself actually becoming angry at Lincoln’s seeming disregard for his own safety. Like helplessly watching the horror film character walk, unarmed and alone, into the dark and eerie basement to go “check out the strange sounds,” I wanted to yell, “Forget the theater. Stay in the White House and knit socks, for crying out loud!” I was hoping for more of what the subtitle promised, the impact of the assassination in the broader context of American history and I am not sure I buy the hinted conspiracy theory that involves Secretary of War Edwin Stanton, but I suppose that in Washington DC, anything is possible.

The Hunger Game Series by Suzanne Collins — After taking a hiatus from middle school literature for a while, I was ready to take the plunge again and since these books have been all the rage among our oldest, his friends as well as teachers, I thought I would give them a try. I love the premise (America has fallen into chaos and is now divided into districts which are controlled by a hedonistic and oppressive power known as the Capitol). I also like the main character, Katniss Everdeen, a believable mixture of courage and loyalty as well as stupidity and stubbornness. Like many books written for fifth and sixth graders, though, at times I found the series frustratingly unbelievable. I am not sure that my frustration is entirely fair. Is it a matter of poor writing or just that reading the thoughts of a confused and immature female character can be annoying? Collins is also limited by the reading level and comprehension of her audience. Despite its flaws, the series delivers a great deal of insightful social commentary, and in the end I couldn’t help but cheer for Katniss.

Counterfeit Gods by Timothy Keller — This book has been highly disappointing. Jim uses one of his texts for a class, and we have used some of Keller’s Bible study guides in the past, so I was looking forward to reading this, my first book by Keller. I am not a fan of imposing feelings and thoughts on biblical characters in order to make a theological point. His conclusions are right on, but I don’t think his ends justify his means. Stick to the text, buddy, and keep your suppositions to yourself.

 

The Five Love Languages for Children by Gary Chapman and Ross Campbell — I confess that I generally avoid parenting books. After reading most of them and discovering all the ways I am screwing up my children, perhaps even sentencing them to years of therapy, I am overwhelmed with the desire to hide under the bed with the dust bunnies and never come out. (This isn’t exactly practical, however, so I just hide the books under the bed instead.) I had read one of Campbell’s other books and have been devouring this one as well as two others recommended by a friend. The book has left me feeling encouraged (that I know my kids in ways that I would not have been able to articulate otherwise) and inspired to be a better parent. While I take all the psychologizing with a grain of salt, it’s a small grain of salt, and I highly recommend this for parents as well as for adults who are seeking to better understand their own childhood and its impact on their current relationships.

The Best and Worst of 2011

2011 was another exciting year, and we want to thank you all again for reading and, if applicable, posting comments on our blog.  Here are our annual summary remarks about good and bad stuff related to film, music, books, politics, and family.

Best Film Experiences:

  • Jim:  Tree of Life was easily my pick for the year’s best film.  Emotionally gripping and theologically profound, with brilliant directing by Terrence Malick and superb acting all around—even by the child actors.  See my October 3 post for a full review.  But I also loved Sherlock Holmes: A Game of Shadows.  Riveting action and great intellectual stimulation.  Can’t say that about too many films.
  • Amy: Not my favorite year for movies but Winter’s Bone was definitely a bright spot or albeit a rather dark, bright spot. It has haunted me. I wanted to choose the latest version of Jane Eyre but couldn’t forgive the poor handling of the last 30 seconds.

Worst Film Experiences:

  • Jim:  Batman: The Dark Knight.  Yep, I’m a few years late on this one.  I planned to avoid it altogether, but finally gave in at the request of a friend.  It was just as bad as I feared.  Yes, Heath Ledger’s performance was excellent.  But the screenplay is dull, and the overarching theme of the basic goodness of human beings is, well, just false.  Am I taking it too seriously?  Not as seriously as many hardcore Batman fans, I’m afraid.
  • Amy: I have to agree with Jim on this one. It was dull, so very dull. But at least it was super, super long. I would also throw in Thor and Black Swan, both featuring Natalie Portman. Still trying to figure out if she can really act or not.

Best and Worst Musical Experiences of the Year:

  • Jim:  The Black Keys’ El Camino is an instant classic.  Just when you thought these guys couldn’t get any better (after last year’s album, Brothers), they blow us away with this effort, produced by Danger Mouse.  It’s still soul-tinged blues rock, but bit more polished and radio ready.  Can’t wait to see these guys live in Cincy on March 2.  As for the worst, it’s easily Rebecca Black’s Friday.  Or does she win for “Most Nasal Vocal Performance of the Year”?  Gotta love the lyrics.  “We so excited!”
  • Amy: My musical experiences are much more low brow than Jim’s, though I wholeheartedly agree regarding The Black Keys. Mostly I listen to the stuff the kids are into (Party Rock Anthem and Uprising) and whatever will keep me moving on the treadmill. I have been rolling in the deep with Adele and no one can accuse her of being low brow. My worst experience involved creating the perfect Christmas playlist for the “Jingle Bell Jog” (a 5k held to benefit lighthouse trips) only to be stuck in front of the Taylor Women’s Cross Country singing “Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer.” I don’t know which was worse: not being able to hear Sufjan Stevens’ amazing version of “I Saw Three Ships” or the obvious fact that they were not winded at all.

Jim’s Favorite Sports Moments of the Year:  The Detroit Tigers winning the American League Central Division was definitely a thrill.  But, even as a non-Denver sports fan, following the Tim Tebow-led Broncos’ comebacks for much of the NFL season was pretty exciting, too.  Watching him scramble while trying to find an open receiver has been fun, but its been just as fun watching football pundits scramble to find ways to justify their hatred of the guy.

Jim’s Most Disappointing Sports Moments of the Year:  It was hard to watch the Texas Rangers dispatch the Tigers in the ALCS two months ago.  (After their World Series heartbreak, I bet they wished they’d been bounced earlier.)   Watching the Saints lose to the lowly Seahawks in the NFL playoffs last January was tough too.

Amy’s Best Eating Experience of the Year:  Oven-roasted tomato soup topped with a slice of French bread and cheddar cheese. It’s just a bubbling pot of love!

Amy’s Worst Eating Experience of the Year:  This would be a tie between two experiences, one which involved not eating. On the way to Jim’s mom’s house, we stopped at Subway for lunch. Faced with a long line and with Cracker Barrel gift cards burning a hole in our collective wallet, we hustled the kids back into the van. Faced with an even longer line, we hustled the now really hungry and annoyed kids back into the car. Lots of whining and a 45 minute car ride later, we met with an even longer line and gave up on the Barrel altogether. Ten minutes down the road, Chick-fil-A came to the rescue. The other experience was least dramatic and involved my forcing the fam to eat whole wheat oatmeal pancakes only to discover they weren’t exaggerating when they said they were “awful.” Sorry guys.

Satisfying Reads of the Year:

  • Jim:  In the scholarly category, I loved Roger Scruton’s Beauty, an insightful and elegant little book, aesthetically satisfying in a way the subject matter deserves.  Also, I enjoyed Craig Evans’ Fabricating Jesus.  It works as an introduction to Jesus studies and New Testament scholarship, as well as a powerful critique of many of the popular biblical skeptics (e.g., Bart Ehrman).  And as for general audience stuff, I appreciated Wesley Hill’s Washed and Waiting, a deeply personal reflection on living as a celibate homosexual.  I highly recommend this for anyone who struggles in this area.
  • Amy:  One Thousand Gifts by Ann Voskamp has deeply inspired me as a believer and a writer. On the non-fiction front, Unbroken by Laura Hillenbrand was amazing, especially given the author’s back story. I enjoyed Killing Lincoln and 1776 and for pure pleasure reading The Hunger Games was a great story if not perfectly executed.

Political High Point of the Year:  Jim: Were there any high points?  Amy: Yes, any time Chris Christie opened his mouth.

Political Low Points of the Year:  Anything having to do with the “Occupy” movement.  As if all the rapes, deaths, theft, and property destruction, weren’t enough, we still haven’t heard a coherent position statement from OWS folks, particularly regarding why they take their protests to “Wall Street” rather than Capitol Hill.  Come on, ya’ll.  And what’s the deal with those creepy masks?

Best 2011 Memories of Our Kids:

  • Our summer trip to the Indiana Dunes and then, via train, to Chicago (notwithstanding Andrew’s nausea at one point—happily we got him to a trash can before he “tossed his groceries”).
  • Going to the midnight showing of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2 with Bailey.
  • Watching all our kids ride the “big” roller coasters at Dollywood.
  • Seeing Sam give his first public performance as a percussionist (on bongos).  He has so much rhythm, we’re wondering if he might have been accidentally switched with a Brazilian baby at the hospital nine years ago.

Most Satisfying Shared Experiences of the Year:

  • Jim:  Helping to edit Amy’s fantastic first book.  Can’t wait till May, honey-bunny!  (BTW, will you share some of the royalty money with me?)
  • Amy:  Redoing our upstairs bathroom. (BTW, yes but only if you promise not to spend it on anything practical.)

New Year’s Resolutions:

  • Jim:  To take my wife out on more dates and read more John Updike essays.
  • Amy: To have more in-house dates with my husband that don’t require a babysitter or me folding laundry.  And to read the entire New Testament, even the really convicting parts.

Happy 2012 everyone!

Coming Soon: Letting Go of Perfect

The release date for Amy’s debut book, Letting Go of Perfect, has been moved up to May 1.  Originally it was slated for a July release, but the editing process has moved quickly, hence the change.

I’m very excited about the book and can’t wait to hear readers’ responses.  Amy’s editor at B&H raves about her work, and deservedly so.  As readers of this blog know, Amy has a knack for couching theological and cultural insights in conversational prose that is full of zesty wit.

I had the pleasure to help edit the book, and it was a joy, at least when I wasn’t struggling with envy.  I do wish I had my wife’s talent.  Oh well.  If you can’t beat ’em . . . be married to ’em.  That’s what I always say.

Three Gospel-Centered Children’s Books

I am one of those incredibly annoying people who can’t stop themselves from analyzing things even when the “thing” in question isn’t really meant to withstand anything beyond a superficial examination. Books, movies, and casual comments made in passing by my unsuspecting husband all fall prey to my compulsion to contemplate. It doesn’t even matter if the material in question is meant for a much younger audience. Having spent endless hours reading and watching children’s literature and films, I have also spent hours being annoyed by inconsistencies and fallacies of reason. I once almost ruined a perfectly good dinner party arguing over whether or not Dora the Explorer’s attitude towards Swiper the Fox taught children the importance of grace or taught them to tolerate the sins of others whether they repented or not.

Sometimes, however, one stumbles upon the truth repackaged for children in a way that highlights the power of that truth. I would like to share three examples of this that I have discovered in reading with my own kids. I am sure there are countless others. Maybe you will enjoy reading these to the little people in your life or maybe you will find pleasure in being reminded of the simple truths of the Gospel.

The Jesus Storybook Bible: Every Story Whispers His Name by Sally Lloyd-Jones—I have to confess that this “Bible” often frustrates me and I find myself frequently interrupting the story in order to clarify a point or express my opposing view. I also grit my teeth through the emotions the author imposes on God. I am sure our sin does make Him literally “sad” or “heartbroken” but this language can diminish the holiness of God in a way I find unsettling. Having said this, there is something to reading the Gospel through the eyes of a child that brings greater clarity to the startling, marvelous nature of the Good News. I also love the way Lloyd-Jones teaches children that Jesus is the thread that binds the entirety of the Bible together.

The Tale of the Three Trees by Angela Elwell Hunt—I can never get through this one without choking back tears. It kind of freaks the kids out and they pretend not to notice but I can’t help myself. This book communicates so powerfully the idea of God’s working in unexpected ways, both in the big picture, salvation of the world kind of ways as well as the small picture, plans for our individual lives kind of ways. I never thought I would feel such empathy for trees, but I know what it is like to dream and plan only to find yourself in a very different place only to realize that the different place is where you were meant to be all along. Beautifully illustrated, beautifully told.

The Giving Tree by Shel Silverstein—This is one of the few books I remember from my childhood and it impacts and convicts me as much today as it did then. Not sure what it says about me that it is yet another book featuring a tree as the main character, but anyone who works with children knows Shel Silverstein could make a book about pond scum interesting. A great illustration of the downward spiral of materialism and selfishness, I appreciate Silverstein’s light touch. I know it is sacrilege to criticize Dr. Seuss, but there are times when he is a bit heavy-handed for my taste. Silverstein never loses sight of the fact that he is telling a story. It may have a moral; it may teach a lesson. But it is first and foremost a tale to transport, and he tells it masterfully.

As summer is winding down and we put away our summer reading of mystery novels and chick lit, take a few minutes to read one or two of these gospel-centered tales. Plop a kid in your lap if you fear being discovered reading children’s books alone. Just be sure to have the tissues handy.

Is God a Moral Monster?—A Book Review

Anyone familiar with the writings of the new atheists is aware of their penchant for taking potshots at Old Testament ethics.  Their moral objections target such things as:  (1) God’s desire to be worshipped, (2) God’s preferential treatment of the Israelites, (3) the Old Testament’s apparently low view of women, (4) the Old Testament’s approval of slavery, (5) the divinely ordered massacre of Canaanite people groups, and (6) the Old Testament’s peculiar laws related to food, hygiene, and other matters.

Richard Dawkins infamously sums up these complaints and more in The God Delusion when he calls God “a petty, unjust, unforgiving control freak; a vindictive, bloodthirsty ethnic cleanser; a misogynistic, homophobic, racist, infanticidal, genocidal, filicidal, pestilential, megalomaniacal, sado-masochistic, capriciously malevolent bully.”

So where and how to begin responding to these raving claims?  One good place to begin is Paul Copan’s new book, Is God a Moral Monster?: Making Sense of the Old Testament God.  Copan systematically addresses each of the above objections and more.  He not only presents helpful rejoinders to the new atheists’ objections but also provides an astute analysis of Old Testament ethics that demonstrates a proper sensitivity to (1) the historical-geographical context of the ancient Near East, (2) numerous complex and perplexing hermeneutical issues that arise in Old Testament studies, and (3) the moral, social, and cultural presuppositions that contemporary readers invariably bring to their reading of the Old Testament.

In sum, what Copan offers is an informed, patient, and crucially nuanced treatment of the Old Testament moral code.  Of course, as Copan rightly notes, the new atheists are not interested in nuance, so his responses to their objections are unlikely to change their minds or, for that matter, soften their inflammatory rhetoric.  For those who are willing to approach the text sympathetically, Copan’s treatment of these thorny issues is richly rewarding.

Here is a brief summary of some issues Copan addresses and how he responds to each:

  • Arbitrary Dietary Laws:  The Israelites were only permitted to eat split-hooved and cud-chewing animals.  And they could only eat fish with fins and scales.  Isn’t this irrationally arbitrary and just plain kooky?  Copan proposes that the point of these requirements was their symbolism.  Organisms that meet these criteria do not cross spheres or living boundaries.  That is, they live entirely on land or in the water.  Thus, the dietary criteria symbolized purity for the Israelites.  And “unclean animals symbolized what Israel was to avoid—mixing in with the unclean beliefs and practices of the surrounding nations.  Israel was to be like the clean animals—distinct, in their own category, and not having mixed features” (81).
  • Polygamy:  The Old Testament was apparently misogynistic.  After all, doesn’t it endorse polygamy?  Copan notes, however, that the fact that many O.T. patriarchs had multiple wives does not imply that this was a morally acceptable practice.  “Is” does not imply “ought.”  (This is just one instance of many where this principle applies to Old Testament ethical issues.)  Also, Copan shows how passages that have been interpreted as showing divine approval of polygamy (Exod. 21:7-11; Deut. 21:15-17; 2 Sam. 12:8) actually do no such thing.
  • Slavery:  Ancient Israel’s moral code permitted slavery.  This is morally repugnant and a sure sign that the God of the Old Testament was indeed a “moral monster,” right?  Not so fast.  First, Copan notes that the Old Testament “servant” (ebed) should not be equated with “slave” as we understand the term (vis-à-vis Amercian slavery).  In ancient Israel, such servanthood “was a voluntary (poverty-induced) arrangement not forced” (126).  Secondly, the Old Testament standard for servanthood constituted an enormous moral advance on other ancient Near East practices where slaves were considered property and were stripped of their familial and social identities.  O.T. servants were considered persons, not property.  And, thirdly, the Old Testament servant laws were actually devised to protect the poor.   “Israelite servitude was induced by poverty, was entered into voluntarily, and was far from optimal.  The intent of these laws was to combat potential abuses, not to institutionalize servitude” (127).
  • Killing the Canaanites:  In several O.T. passages, God commands the Israelites to completely destroy several Canaanite people groups, including the Hittites, Amorites, Perizzites, Hivites, and Jebusites.  This appears to be blatant genocide.  Copan makes many interesting points in response to this accusation, most importantly that this was not genocide or “ethnic cleansing” because God’s command was not was not based on ethnicity but sin (162).  In fact, Canaanites who repented were spared and welcomed into the Israelite community.  Secondly, we tend to overlook just how severe the Canaanite debauchery was, as they were steeped in extreme idolatry and sexual perversion.  Thirdly, as Copan puts it, “the conquest of Canaan was far less widespread and harsh than many people assume” (170).  The O.T. phrase translated “utterly destroy” does not imply that literally everyone is killed, but need only suggest a good trouncing of the enemy.   And, fourthly, the main concern was to eliminate the Canaanite sins and the deadly religious practices that inspired them rather than the Canaanite people themselves.

Copan offers a variety of observations intended to either diminish or eliminate our moral qualms with God’s commands and moral regulations in the Old Testament.  Depending on the reader, these will be more or less convincing.  But however helpful or persuasive his points are, we need to keep in mind the biblical observation that God’s ways are not our ways (Isa. 55:8).  In particular, as Copan wisely notes, “We live in a time when we’re very alert to racial discrimination and intolerance, but we aren’t as sensitized to sexual sin as past generations were.  We live in a time that sees death as the ultimate evil.  Perhaps we need to be more open to the fact that some of our moral intuitions aren’t as finely tuned as they ought to be.  The same may apply to our thoughts about what God should or shouldn’t have done in Canaan” (192).

One of Copan’s emphases in the book is that we should not resist the new atheists’ accusation that the Old Testament ethical standards were imperfect:  “Instead of glossing over some of the inferior moral attitudes and practices we encounter in the Old Testament, we should freely acknowledge them.  We can point out that they fall short of the ideals of Genesis 1-2 and affirm with our critics that we don’t have to advocate such practices for all societies” (62).  This cannot be stressed enough.

What we find in many of the Old Testament laws and regulations are either temporary concessions to human sin (e.g., regulations regarding divorce, slavery, and polygamy) or God’s punitive response to human sin (i.e., God’s commands to destroy certain Canaanite people groups).  The new atheists consistently ignore or refuse to adequately appreciate this context of God’s response to human fallenness.  Scripture’s moral “ideal” when it comes to all human relations, as Copan notes, is found in Genesis 1:26-27, which affirms humans as divine image-bearers who should work together in harmony.  It is also evident later in the New Testament, such as in some of the teachings of Jesus.  To represent the Old Testament moral code in isolation of this is a gross distortion of Scripture and a complete Christian ethic.

My criticisms of the book are minor.  First, Copan occasionally refers to God as “other-centered” (e.g., pp. 27 and 201), presumably to combat some new atheists’ claims that God is ego-centric or, in Dawkins’ terms, “megalomaniacal.”  While God is surely extremely other-concerned, even self-sacrificially, he is not other-centered.  This would be inappropriate, since God deserves everyone’s primary respect and concern, including his own.  (For a brilliant and inspiring exposition of this point, see Jonathan Edwards’ essay “The End for Which God Created the World.”)

My second quibble is less significant and essentially a matter of emphasis.  There were a few places in the book where I thought Copan would have done well to concede the difficulty of some of the problematic O.T. passages.  He does make this general point at times, as when he says, “For anyone who takes the Bible seriously, [the] Yahweh-war texts will certainly prove troubling” (188).  But I was disappointed that Copan did not concede his (or anyone’s) inability to completely resolve the moral problems presented by a few other passages.

Again, these are really minor complaints, especially when you consider the breadth and depth of the discussion in Is God a Moral Monster?  Because the book deals with so many controversial and sensitive subjects, I suppose that readers should expect to take issue with some of Copan’s analyses.  (I was surprised that I agreed with nearly all of them.)  But whether or not readers agree with Copan’s approach to each particular problem passage, his book is sure to educate and edify.  Is God a Moral Monster? is an immensely valuable resource for anyone interested in Old Testament ethics or for those who seek informed responses to the new atheists’ objections concerning the topic.  Copan is to be commended for this superb work.