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Last week, I introduced the Becoming Christ aspect of the
website, which draws from my forthcoming e-book The Anointed. In this episode, the time seemed right to share a bit
of my personal journey. I hope it will shed some light on the book and the
direction I’m headed. Since this essay is mostly personal, I’ll forego the
usual footnotes and references.
My formative years were spent in ultra-conservative
Amarillo, Texas, during the 1970s. My family faithfully attended a Methodist
church down the street from our house, and this being the ’70s, we piled into
the car and drove to the end of the block to get there, rain or shine.
I had a children’s storybook Bible as a child, but my
interest was confined to the pictures. Even then, I couldn’t wrap my mind
around the story of Noah. I’d been to the San Diego Zoo and watched nature
shows on PBS. How did Noah get elephants, lions, rhinos, and giraffes onto the
Ark? It made no sense to me, so I mentally checked out whenever the subject of
the flood came up in Sunday School.
Around the age of 12, I was snooping in my parents’ bedroom
and discovered a book in my dad’s nightstand – Good News for Modern Man. This was one of the first “everyday
English” translations of the Bible, and at that time it was New Testament only.
I snuck the book out every morning and put it back every afternoon until I’d
read the entire thing on the sly. Afterward, to the shock of everyone in our small
congregation (including my parents), I grabbed my little sister’s hand at the
end of a service and said, “Let’s get baptized.”
My baptismal picture with my little sister, LeeAnn, in 1974. Wide white belt and big cuffs. ’70s rule, baby!
The next book I stole from my dad set the tone for my teens
and twenties. The Late, Great Planet
Earth was published in 1970 and went on to become “the No. 1 non-fiction
bestseller of the decade,” according to The
New York Times. I found it in ’74 or
so and was immediately “caught up” (forgive the pun) in its vision of rapture,
tribulation, Armageddon, and Christ’s return to a rebuilt temple in Jerusalem.
It took years for me to outgrow this warped take on the “end times,” but one principle
from the book stuck with me: Interpret
literally unless you’re forced to interpret symbolically.
Armed with that litmus test, the now-disgraced duo of Paige Patterson and Judge Paul Pressler launched their conservative takeover of Southern Baptist seminaries.
Soon, another book cemented that same thought in the
evangelical consciousness. In 1976 the editor of Christianity Today, Harold Lindsell, authored his infamous Battle for the Bible. Lindsell claimed
liberal theology was undermining the Scripture and would destroy the church.
While inerrancy had previously been a matter of opinion rather than a doctrine,
even among evangelicals, Lindsell argued that the Bible “does not contain error
of any kind,” even (or especially!) in its references to history, cosmology, and
science. Furthermore, any Christian who didn’t agree with this fundamentalist
definition of inerrancy was not a “true Christian.”
Lindsell named names and took no prisoners in his crusade to
expose “liberal theology” in evangelical seminaries and denominations. The next
year, the International Council on Biblical Inerrancy was formed, and in 1978
it brought together 200 evangelical scholars, theologians, and pastors to draft