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  • The Silly, Masonic Debate on Whether We Worship the Same God

    It seems that some things never go away, and the running battle over whether Christians and Muslims worship the same God is one of those.  The day I picked to take on this subject is deliberate: it’s the feast of St. John the Evangelist, which is also one of the great holidays of Masonry.

    As I’ve noted before, Masonry runs deep in both sides of my family, especially my father’s. Yet, in part because of the secret nature of the Lodge, Masonry’s influence on the way Americans look at things is consistently overlooked.  This is a subject where Masonry has had a very significant impact.  So, on their holiday, I think it proper to take it on.

    Let me begin by going back to an earlier post where I look at the running attempt by Malaysian Muslims (you heard it right) to suppress Christian usage of the word “Allah” for God:

    In this country, it’s “politically correct” to assume that a) both Christians and Muslims worship the same god and b) by extension, it’s permissible to call him by names common to both religions.  This is the line encouraged by CAIR and other groups.  However, I have seen this attacked in Muslim literature as Masonic, not Islāmic.  Evidently that, in a roundabout way, is the position of the Muslim protesters in Malaysia.

    The court, on a factual basis, is correct.  Christians in Muslim countries (especially Arab ones, but also in places such as Indonesia) routinely refer to God as Allah and this is reflected in Biblical translations.  Conversely all English “interpretations” of the Qur’an before the last century translated the Arabic Allah as “God.”  It was left to Marmaduke Pickthall to transliterate the term “Allah” because, in his opinion, “there is no corresponding word in English.”  Evidently he felt that the Christian and Islamic conceptions of God were so different that different names were necessary.

    Having set that up, let’s turn to the Lodge. Masons often defend themselves by saying “We don’t believe that,” but that’s the Masonic way: take a position and then hide it behind the secret ritual and deny it. (Perhaps that explains the game of bluff of American politics, but that’s another post…) But Masonry has two underlying tenets that anyone who is honest about the subject will admit:

    1. All religions are the same, have the same goal and ultimately lead to the same god.
    2. The Lodge offers a way to the “Great Architect of the Universe” that transcends all the other religions, via good works.

    The first is falsifiable by a casual examination of different religions.  We cannot worship the same god when the number is different, i.e. polytheistic Hinduism, non-theistic Confucianism, Buddhism which can go either way, etc..  Islam, as a monotheistic religion, is a little more complicated, but we’ll get to that.  The second basically makes Masonry a religion in its own right, something it has worked hard to deny for many years.

    A culture which has been permeated by the first proposition–and American culture certainly has–is vulnerable to confusion based on the first point. If both religions are monotheistic, then they must worship the same god, and thus both will get us to “heaven”, right?  It’s little wonder that Christian leaders are so quick to differentiate two “Gods” in a culture soaked with this kind of thinking.

    But such a concern is really unnecessary.  The easiest way to explain this is to look back on all the years that the European Christians and the Muslims fought via the Crusades, the reconquest of Spain, the Ottoman conflicts, etc.  Islam was portrayed in Europe as a Christian heresy, as any reader of Dante is aware of. Christians were called “infidels” not because they were atheists or worshipped a different God but because they rejected the revelation that Mohammed received.  In both cases, access to God was as important as the existence of God himself; both sides took as axiomatic that bad access led to bad eternal consequences.

    The problem with pushing the “two Gods” idea is that it not only undermines the concept of monotheism; it opens the door for other interlopers such as the Lodge to make inroads, and as we see they’ve already done a good job in that regards.

    Access is really the key issue here. Christian–and Islāmic leaders for that matter–should stop and consider things carefully before they take positions that are antithetical to the ones they’re supposed to hold.

  • The Place Which Watches the Grass Grow Gets a Pass on Shari’a

    Brunei slides past our sybaritic elites:

    The sultan of Brunei has issued an edict that threatens Muslims with five years in prison if they celebrate Christmas. Christians are told that their celebrations must remain secret or they can be jailed as well.

    One of my family business‘ customers was Brunei Shell, as the state sanctioned oil monopoly was called at the time. (Note that the Dutch were complicit in creating this Islamic money machine, as were they and other Western countries in just about all of the world). Our personnel would visit from time to time; my brother stopped by about a quarter century ago.  His comment was that Brunei was “a good place to watch the grass grow”. Now we have a situation that, with Shari’a law, that’s about the only legal thing left to do.

    You think that our “freedom-loving” government would want to do something about this? Think again:

    But while most Americans don’t know about Brunei, the Obama Regime does know about Brunei. Members of the Obama Regime loves Brunei. In fact, they love Brunei so much, they included Brunei in the Trans Pacific Partnership free trade deal…Under this deal, there can be no labeling to tell you a product is made in America. Do you want to boycott Brunei because of the way it treats Christians and because it is implementing Islamic law? Good luck finding labeling that tells you products were made in Brunei. Under the TPP, it is even arguable that citizen boycotts of the products of a certain nation could open the individuals up to litigation.

    Everybody knows that the current Occupant has little use for Christians.  But wait: didn’t the Shari’a-loving Sultan get into it with the LGBT community because he owns hotels in the Los Angeles area? Guess they’re out of luck too on a boycott. This is especially strange since our government has made a great effort for same LGBT community in Africa, with dubious results for everyone.

    The really sad thing this about this is that we have yet another Muslim monarch giving way to the brainless, Saudi Arabian policy of enforcing across-the-board Shari’a in a way that not even the early caliphs did.  They could have taken a cue from the earlier Ottomans, but that, sad to say, is out of fashion in Islam.

  • Anglicanism Without Canterbury

    The Most Rev. Eliud Wabukala, Kenya’s Anglican primate, lays it out:

    It has been suggested that the way forward is for the Anglican Communion to abandon the idea that there should be mutual recognition between the provinces and that it should instead find its unity simply in a common relationship with the Archbishop of Canterbury.

    This is not historic Anglicanism; the See of Canterbury is honoured and respected as the Mother Church of the Communion, but the unity of the Communion does not depend upon the Archbishop of Canterbury. Rather, it depends upon the various provinces being able to recognize each other, with all their differences of culture, as truly apostolic and committed to the faith as it has been received. Tragically, that recognition has now broken down and affection for Canterbury is no substitute.

    I have felt for a long time that the North Americans on both sides are too heavily invested in Canterbury and need a reality check, both about the current state of the Communion and what a Christian church is really supposed to be all about.  Wabukala evidently has figured out both; hopefully both he and his North American counterparts will arrange for “open return” travel arrangements for the meeting next month.

  • The Non-Nestorian Theology of "Mary Did You Know"

    Jordan Smith’s stunning performance of “Mary Did You Know” on “The Voice” is a reminder of the fact that this song–written by Baptist comedian Mark Lowry–is American Evangelicalism’s “official” Christmas carol.

    What Evangelicals probably don’t know is that, for all of their reputation for sloppy theology, Lowry nailed it on this one:

    Did you know
    that your Baby Boy has walked where angels trod?
    When you kiss your little Baby you kissed the face of God?

    One of the first heresies the church had to deal with after it picked itself off of the floor after Arianism was Nestorius’ contention that Jesus Christ was very dual in his being, that the human and the divine persons were very separate. Nestorius himself contended that “God is not a baby two or three months old”.

    And so, Evangelicals, when your Orthodox friends (assuming you have any) rail at you when you don’t know the Thrice-Holy Hymn, or that you do not cross yourself at all let alone with two or three fingers, or that you do not recite the Creed during your worship of God, you can say that you’re not a Nestorian.

    Which shows, I suppose, that Evangelicalism is where the comedians have a better grasp of theology than the pulpiteers.

  • Home is Where the Heart Is, But the Wallet Cannot Go

    Christmas is the time of year when we think of “home”. Home for many Americans generates warm fuzzy feelings of a place where things were simpler and life was, somehow, better. It brings memories of places we’ve left, assuming we’ve left them behind at all.  And it’s a place where, for all the saccharine sentiment, most of us wouldn’t want to move back to, because where we’re at is better materially than where we started.

    For those of us who grew up in a place like Palm Beach, life is different.

    To start with, Christmas in South Florida is something of a mind bender. When we South Floridians (or anyone who grew up in a tropical or sub-tropical place) hear of people waxing about “sleigh bells in the snow” our first question is simple: snow? For me, memories of Christmas turn to a Christmas day when my brother, first armed with a driver’s license, and I cruised down the streets of West Palm Beach in 75 deg. F weather, windows down, and sunny.  Who needs snow?

    Being on our side of the lake–the barrier between us and the riff-raff–was even stranger.  People go on about many things they experienced where they grew up, but honestly the best thing about being a kid on the North End of Palm Beach was (and probably is) Lake Trail. A bicycle/pedestrian trail that runs most of the length of the Town of Palm Beach along the shore of Lake Worth, it was a two-wheeled interstate down to more interesting places (including, after 1971, Publix). To get there from our house, we went up and over Palm Beach’s fabled coral ridge and down a paved path at a vacant lot which put us on the Trail.  Our cat was likewise enamoured with the area, but he reached it by imperiously sauntering down the streets of Palm Beach as cats are wont to do. One time he came home with blood in his eye, which led us to suspect he came in contact with something bigger than he was.

    The years have come and gone, and so has the vacant lot. The Palm Beach Country Club built a house on the lot and sold it in the 1980’s, and that house is now on the market for a paltry USD37,450,000.  From the looks of it the access to Lake Trail has been cut off as well, although there are alternatives.

    Our abode was nowhere near that magnificent, and it wasn’t on the water either. Nevertheless, while many of my contemporaries wouldn’t go back to the place they came from because they have “advanced” (their material circumstances have, the mentality has not) I could not go back because, frankly, I can’t afford to.  As my grandmother would say, we are “too poor to paint and too proud to whitewash“, by current Palm Beach standards.

    Some of that is the fate of multigenerational success; sooner or later it fades. But another reason is the stratospheric rise of real estate prices in Palm Beach and other places like it. It’s kind of like the debate over sea level rise: is the sea rising or the land falling? That’s the case with several places I or my ancestors called home at one time or another.

    God is good and so is life; I don’t mean this to be a gripe session.  Palm Beach’s social system may be the one I reference all others by, but then it wasn’t much fun. I still find all the obsession many of my contemporaries have with “moving up” distasteful, especially if they profess and call themselves Christians. But Christians especially would be well advised to lose the obsession with “moving up” in this life at least.  We live in a time when technology and the productivity it can produce great improvements in life, but our economic and political systems tend to concentrate power and wealth in the hands of a few while making the rest of think that we’re in charge though a dubious electoral system.  With the downsizing of life our elites plan to mandate in the name of saving the planet, there will be many more who will find the “old home place” out of reach financially.

    And that will probably include the place we’re at now.

  • Tribalism All The Way

    I saw a Facebook post which characterised the Jr. Jerry Falwell’s recent comments about concealed carry and Islam as follows:

    This is probably what most people expect of Fundamentalists– hyper conservative, right wing bigots who see anyone who disagrees with them as godless enemies. This is religious tribalism at its most basic element. We are right. You are wrong. Our God is God. Yours is not. Be assimilated or, if you provoke us, we will kill you.

    As is the case with bad foreign policy, must be something in the water, as this post observes about the departure of Yale professor Erika Christakis:

    Secular progressivism is not a developed intellectual position that seeks out followers by honestly setting forth its premises and challenging rational adults to contest or accept its conclusions. Instead it’s a tribal marker, like a tattoo or feather headdress, that marks off “insiders” from “outsiders,” appealing not to the cogitative centers of the brain but the deeper, older and murkier parts. These dark places in the mind have no room for “true,” “false,” or “arguable,” but deal only in “Us” and “Them.” For all that they are the fruits of advanced rational thinking and astonishing technical achievement, both academia and social media are exquisite mechanisms for training millions of people to regress from intelligent discourse to brutal, herd-like groupthink.

  • From Free Speech to Filthy Speech

    This little tidbit emerged from Geo-Strata‘s interview with Dr. J. Michael Duncan of Virginia Tech, justifiably characterised as a legend in his (and my) profession:

    Q. What was it like at Berkeley during the ’60’s? “Berkeley in the ’60’s” is typically required reading in U.S. history classes now.

    A. (Laughs). I’m surprised you ask this question. When I got to Berkeley in 1962 to do my PhD, that was about the beginning of the free speech movement, which became the filthy speech movement, and so on. For the most part, we engineers were not the drivers of the protests; we were mainly observers. The civil engineering building was on the opposite side of campus from where most of the protests were happening.  We just wanted to stay on our side of campus and do our interesting work.

    That changed eventually as a result of the Vietnam War and especially President Nixon’s Hanoi bombing campaign, which fostered anti-war sentiments and changed things for a lot of people. So back to your question, there was an evolution in the movement from the “flower child” atmosphere over the course of those years. We did understand that we were in the middle of history, but we felt more like observers rather than drivers of the changes that took place.

    As Derek Leebaert noted in his book The Fifty-Year Wound, there were two revolutions afoot in the 1960’s: one anti-war and Luddite in the streets, the other the birth of “high-tech” that would transform American life in the 1980’s and beyond. Although Duncan’s field of study doesn’t strike people as “high tech”, it certainly involved computerisation, as his fellow Cal graduate Raymond Seed attested to.

    Unfortunately the revolution taking place on Duncan’s side of the campus and elsewhere in science and technology has been overtaken by the Luddites. The “can-do” and problem solving ethic of our profession has been beaten down in a morass of regulation and a refusal to consider really scientific solutions. The global warming debate is a good example of this: the obsessive allergy to nuclear power (not universal, I might note) has blocked solving the problem in a reasonable time, leaving solutions which are not fast enough to prevent major dislocations in our civilisation.

    As as for free speech…we have come full circle.  But it was always this way.  The campus radicals of old had no intention of making speech really free, just what they wanted to hear.  And it was filthy. The ones now are no different, and in some cases are one in the same, although I see they have plenty of disciples to carry on the repression.

  • Our Foreign Policy Block

    Damon Linker starts out his piece on American foreign policy with this predictable assertion:

    Unlike so many of the blustering Know Nothings trying to become the Republican nominee for president, Clinton and Kagan know a tremendous amount about the world. Clinton, in particular, sounds comfortable talking in granular detail about the intricacies of international affairs, and her confident grasp of the complexities of the Greater Middle East far outstrips what any of the GOP candidates are capable of.

    But then he comes back with this:

    Yet Clinton’s speech and Kagan’s essay manage to inspire very little confidence. Both are deeply mired in a delusion that began to spread through the American foreign policy establishment at the end of the Cold War and has risen to complete dominance since 9/11. This is the delusion that the United States can and should act as the world’s “indispensable nation,” leading not just the “free world” but the entire world, using “smart power” to get numerous powerful, independent nations to do exactly what we think must be done to enforce global order as we conceive it.

    Foreign policy is the perennial disappointment of the United States.  For all the knowledge that our “knowledge classes” have, and how much superior they are than the provincial yokels of That Other Party, the solutions they come up with are at best no better.  There’s something in the water–or the culture–that, for the education and travel we have regaled our ruling elites with, they’re still provincial boobies at heart.

    I suppose that you can be a great American or you can be an expert in foreign policy, but you can’t be both.

  • Perusing My Parents' Bookshelf

    Boomers have always had a love-hate relationship with the generation before them, transitioning from “don’t trust anyone over thirty” to calling them “the Greatest Generation.”  Most of those who brought us into the world are gone now, and the ones who are left are “full of years” to use the Bible’s expression.

    Part of the problem was that our parents’ weren’t very forthright about what they were really all about.  Products of more than a decade of adversity in the Depression and World War II, they wanted to put it all behind them and create an ideal place for their children to grow up in.  That was a mistake; it resulted in a generation that lacked a sense of reality that has plagued our country ever since.  Understandable, but still consequential.

    One place I have turned to to see what “made them tick” was my parent’s bookshelf.  My parents were intelligent, sharp-tongued people, but neither of them earned an undergraduate degree.  (My mother, I found out later, quit high school to run off and get married, but that didn’t dull her smarts either).  Like generations of Americans, they were literate but not literary.  The library at home reflected their interests and not a cultural aspiration.

    Obviously it is impossible to recreate that library, long broken up with moves and a nasty divorce.  But university library sales and other sources have allowed me to savour some of the books that sat on the shelves, many of which I never read before.  (At the time most of my interest in the bookshelf was centred on the World Book encyclopaedia).  So let me do some “miniature reviews” of some of these titles.

    Peter Freuchen’s Book of the Seven Seas
    is his delightful and encyclopaedic account of human history at sea.  Freuchen, a Danish explorer who was part of the last generation to make really new discoveries on the earth, is the “Herodotus of Marine History”, not always precise with his facts but so entertaining and engaging in his narrative and sweeping in the scope of knowledge that his work is still the best place to start a study of the subject.  It conveys better than anything else why the sea is so compelling with a sense of awe that we’ve really lost.

    An entirely different experience at sea–well, sort of–is William Brinkley’s Don’t Go Near the Water.  A satire on Naval public relations in the Pacific during World War II, his book has been criticised for its desultory organisation and lack of connecting plot (like the 1960’s art movies that shortly followed).  To some extent that criticism is justified; it is more a loose progression of short stories with a running undercurrent of one Naval officer’s attempt to romance an island girl with more culture that he had.  With World War II satires Boomers preferred Joseph Heller’s Catch-22, but this novel was a major best seller when it came out in 1956, the choice of the participants rather than their offspring.  The language is very salty (as one would expect in the Navy, my father’s similar speech came from the Coast Guard) but it shows a willingness–indeed a need–to make fun of the military that has been lost.

    More for the coffee table than the bookshelf is the National Geographic classic Men, Ships, and the Sea (The Story of Man Library).  The text was written by the Australian mariner Allan Villiers, but it was loaded with the gorgeous photographs that were the trademark of National Geographic publications.  I grew up on what is now known as “NatGeo”, the monthly magazine was a staple at our house.  (I strongly suspect that my grandfather, in his years in Washington, got to know the Grosvenor family and the Society).  In some ways it parallels Freuchen’s book but the photographs don’t make up for Freuchen’s narrative.  In the back is a good summary of small craft operation and navigation that we, er, could have used…(this post’s date is the fiftieth anniversary of my father sending the check back to NatGeo for the book).

    The strangest–but in the long run the most important–book I got from their bookshelf was the Bible.  Most Evangelicals have the Bible handed to them, literally and in the life of the church.  As an Episcopalian, that didn’t happen to me.  It took an encounter with God to impress upon me the need to find out what was there.  So I went to the bookshelf and found a little white one, only to be informed that only girls had white Bibles.  I quickly substituted that for the black cover, red-letter King James that became my first Bible.

    That Bible was older than I thought; it was only as an adult that I found out why the maps in the back looked strange.  But it was a start.  For five years it was the only Bible I had, until I acquired a New English Bible and started looking at more modern translations (and older ones too, like the Vulgate and Tyndale’s).  But my voyage with God was one where I at least started out somewhere ahead of an impressed deck hand, and for that I will be eternally grateful.

  • Maybe the Turks Will Unfurl the Banner Named Barack

    For those of us with long memories, an old conflict resurfaces:

    The shooting down of a Russian jet by Turkey is a “stab in the back” committed by “accomplices of terrorists”, Vladimir Putin has said.

    The Sukhoi Su-24 was warned 10 times before being downed near the Syrian border by two Turkish F16 jets for violating the country’s airspace, according to the Turkish military.

    In Ottoman/Tsarist times, the two countries were serious rivals.  And the Ottomans, Muslim caliphs though they were, had the support of “Christian” Britain and to a lesser degree France against the Russians.  That was what the Crimean War was all about, and that too is in play again these days.

    Given Erdoğan’s Islamicist tendencies, perhaps he’ll want to unfurl the banner named Barack, as Sultan Abdul Hamid II did at the start of the Russo-Turkish war:

    The banner of the Caliphate, to which the Sultan alludes in his speech, is that which the Turks call ‘the Heavenly Standard,’ and, in their language, ‘Bairack.’ (Barack) Its color is green, and they believe it to have been the banner of the Prophet Mohammed, delivered to him by the angel Gabriel, through the medium of Ayesha, as an indubitable token of victory over their enemies. This standard was formerly laid up in the Treasury of the Sultan of Constantinople, but Is now kept in the Mosque at Eyoob (Eyub), where the new Sultans on the day of their coronation gird on the sabre of the Caliphate. In case of any serious struggle, a religious duty compels the Sultan to give orders to the ‘Mullas,’ (Mullahs) or Mohammedan clergy, to display the Prophet’s standard before the people and army, and proclaim ‘Al Jehad,’ (Jihad) or the holy war, by exhorting the Moslems to be faithful to their religion and defend their Kingdom.

    If Erdoğan is not careful, he’ll get the same result as Abdul Hamid did, i.e. lose.  He has squandered two legacies of Kemal Ataturk, the founder of modern Turkey: a secularist state and a strong military.

    But this is a dangerous situation.  People always speak of a Sarajevo-like event to plunge the world into war, and this is one of them.  That’s especially true if Barack answers the call of the banner that bears his name.

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