Pascale's Wager

Everyone makes choices based on assessments of risk and reward. I accept that every choice I make is essentially a gamble with my life. How do we learn to make good decisions?

Wednesday, January 31, 2007

Resurrected!

My iMac began shutting itself off on Monday. The time between it being turned on to it turning itself off kept dwindling, until it would barely flash the first grey boot-screen before going belly-up.

I called Apple Care. After one quick diagnostic maneouvre, it was clear that a repair was in order.

I tried to get an appointment at my local Apple Store on Tuesday, but the Genius Bar was all booked up. I packed my iMac in its original carton (which I had almost thrown out a few weeks ago), and took it in hoping I could get seen on an ad hoc basis.

And lo! the helpful personnel listened to my story, confirmed the diagnosis of dead Power Supply Unit, and whisked the machine into the back. Forty-five minutes later, and at no cost, voilà! Fixed iMac.

So although this was the first time in 30 years of Mac ownership I've ever had a machine drop dead on me, which was a new and distressing experience, great customer service swiftly brought it back to life and renewed my faith in the brand. Go Apple!

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Monday, January 29, 2007

Adam & Eve Under Glass

sculpture of Adam and EveAdam and Eve had lived in a bell jar on my parents' fireplace mantel as long as I could remember. Now they live on top of the bookcase holding my theology library.

The fruit of the tree of knowledge, indeed.

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Another way to look at the Bible

Amazing what you can tease out of a textual dataset... check out Mapping New Testament Social Networks.

Via kottke.org.

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Friday, January 26, 2007

L'evangile en français

Last night after my Epistles class, I walked past the WTS chapel on my way out. There was a service going on, with a small number of attendees... in French. A preacher stood in front of a microphone.

I sat in the back and listened for ten minutes. He had a lovely voice (and of course it was in French, which lends itself to sounding beautiful), and I was pleased to find that I could follow what he had to say without much effort. This despite never having learned the specific vocabulary of Christianity in French.

What intrigued me was that it gave me a special thrill to hear the Gospel preached in a language other than English. For some reason, this foreign language seemed to lend it a special credibility or legitimacy. I'm not sure why, but it's an interesting phenomenon. It may have to do with making it concrete that other people are believers too. After all, the church was born at Pentecost.

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Thursday, January 25, 2007

The problem of theodicy

Providence, Evil, and Suffering: Assignment 1

"God is all-powerful, God is just, and people suffer." How can this be? This is the problem of theodicy, as summarized by Daniel Harrington. Let me add for emphasis: God is loving, and innocents agonize and perish at the hands of evil-doers.

The is the very stuff of cognitive dissonance. For many people, the easiest thing is to deny one of the terms of the propositions, for example: "There is no God," or "There are no innocents." The first is a theology of atheism, and need not worry us further at the moment. The second in essence captures the "law of retribution" that Harrington describes. Bad things don't happen to good people, they happen to bad people and it's no more than they deserve, really. The Judeo-Christian tradition is hardly the only one to flirt with this notion, rooted as it is in both observational experience and common sense; sooner or later, the idea goes, karma's gonna get ya. The cosmic tit for tat will prevail.

Except, of course, when it doesn't. At least not so's you'd notice. It's not enough that bad things happen to good people (like Job); good things also happen to bad people. We can all think of the examples of the person who lied and cheated and whose career was enhanced by it, who embezzled from a poor widow and lived happily ever after in Antigua on the proceeds, who raped a nation and died peacefully in bed, surrounded by a loving family. "I will repay," says the Lord, and we try to figure out how that might actually happen. The appearance, in theology, of an afterlife of either punishment or reward seems overtly driven by a desire to see the "law of retribution" fulfilled more reliably and thoroughly, and in a way that it patently is not during our natural lives.

The Book of Job sets up this curious scenario, where God "tests" Job seemingly on a whim, or to score a point against the Adversary. It seems like a pretty slim thread upon which to justly hang such misery. This is hardly a God whom one is inspired to worship because of his loving-kindness. Job's friends come up with 600 hundred ways of saying the same thing: surely his suffering is just deserts for sin (and if he claims he hasn't sinned, well that's probably a sin itself, punishable by boils at the very least). His friends all eventually wind up saying it must be his fault, and they all ultimately lay at his feet the responsibility for fixing it. When God does finally deign to justify his ways to Job, his argument boils down to a simple proposition: I'M BIGGER THAN YOU (with a side of "Do you really want to question ME? Think carefully before you answer." *whiff of brimstone*).

In fact the godly bullying is followed by a strange sort of amnesiac reparation: one herd of cattle is very much like another, and apparently children and loved ones are pretty much interchangeable as well. Job gets a new set and all's well that ends well. No lingering trauma, it's all good. The depiction of Job's innocent outrage and despair is both recognizable and psychologically convincing, and even his final response to the frankly abusive behavior of God (smack you around and then praise you and give you flowers) is like that of a traumatized wife who rationalizes that her husband's cruel behavior must have a good reason ("he's testing me!" "I drove him to it!"), even if she can't truly imagine what it might be. Since I consider the deliberate, intentional infliction of suffering upon the blameless to be the very definition of evil, the Book of Job does little to assuage my theological concerns.

I wonder whether science will eventually provide us with an explanation of evil that shows that, in the end, it is not qualitatively different from — but rather an extension and consequence of — the "shadow side" of creation. Because we consider that evil-doers choose to do evil, to cause harm, to inflict pain and suffering, we think of evil as being something wholly different from the impersonal, 'natural' causes of suffering (e.g., death, illness, disaster). Yet the circumstances and innate (organic?) capacities that condition the perpetrator's state of mind and propel his actions may ultimately be just as attributable to "natural causes." We already have reason to question just how free our free will is. I'm not at all sure, however, that (pace Pascal) even if we fully understand the causes of evil behavior that we will be ready to forgive it. That will probably still be God's province.

Readings:
Why do we suffer? by Daniel Harrington, S.J., Sheed & Ward: Franklin, Wisconsin, 2000.
Facing Evil, eds. Paul Woodruff and Harry A. Wilmer, Open Court: Chicago and La Salle, Illinois, 2001.

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Monday, January 22, 2007

You don't have to live like a refugee...

...When you have wonderful friends willing to put you up on a moment's notice.

It's nasty out there. I nearly died on my way over here to D. and L. 's for dinner, and if I'd been thinking straight I'd have turned around and gone home after seeing the first three accidents. But no, I forged ahead, and pretty much slalomed into a parking spot on the street, rear wheels fishtailing right up to the curb.

The prospect of wending my way DOWN one giant hill and then UP (as if) another to get home over the black ice and under the freezing rain, well, it was chilling.

These dear, dear friends offered me a futon in the basement and I accepted with alacrity. So I am happily online on a borrowed MacBook, wirelessly connected to the world wide everywhere. Ain't technology grand?

Well, yes, but good friends are much, much better.

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Friday, January 19, 2007

Classes

Yesterday was my first day back at seminary, and already I'm excited. I'm taking the second part of the required Intro to New Testament, which focuses on Epistles (with a glance at Revelations). The other course is "Providence, Evil, and Suffering," which looks to repeat many of the strengths of my Theology class last semester: same great teacher, about 15 students, hard but vital subject matter, and a real variety of perspectives.

Given that I'm only taking two classes, I'm rather impressed with the amount of reading and writing I'm going to be doing.

Required texts: 12
Weekly short assignments: 20
Short essays: 3
Longer essay: 1
20 min. class presentation: 1

The only good news is that there are no in-class exams.

Now I've got to get my act together and actually apply to become a degree candidate. And I need to do it soon so that I can be considered for merit money. Whether I'll actually become a degree candidate depends on all sorts of other factors, but I suppose I need to keep all the possibilities open.

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Monday, January 15, 2007

Things Made New

On Sunday the new rector that my search committee called was officially installed, with all due pomp and bishoply circumstance. It was a great occasion.

On Thursday, I'm starting my second semester of seminary-lite. It's another step on a mysterious journey.

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Wednesday, January 10, 2007

JUNE???

There I was, practically drooling onto the keyboard, as the cell phone of my dreams was introduced by Steve Jobs. I want it, I must have it, I am ready to overpay for it. Yes I am. The iPhone. Bring it!

Steve, you insufferable tease! You are making me wait until June to give you and Cingular huge sums of money. I am not amused.

But I am impressed, I am very very impressed.

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Monday, January 01, 2007

2007

A new year, another year.

Generally, I'm not one for New Year's Resolutions. I'm making an exception this year, because I feel that there's at least ONE thing I could do that would significantly improve my quality of life.

Ahem.

I HEREBY RESOLVE to stick to the age-appropriate (which I generously define as 10 years on either side), available (which means not attached, formally or informally) menfolk, and skip all the rest. No matter how handsome, charming, and persistent they may be.

So, kind folk of my net acquaintance, feel free to refer to me individuals of integrity and basic hygiene who are a) men, b) nice, c) between the ages of 38 and 58, and d) currently uncoupled. I hereby promise a really nice prize to anyone who introduces me to someone I can actually date.

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