It’s time to ponder whether a Jesus really existed

April 3, 2016 • 12:00 pm

I’m always surprised at how much rancor is directed toward “mythicists”—those who deny that there was a real Jesus who, whether or not he was divine, was the nucleus around which Christianity accreted. I’m also surprised at how certain many biblical scholars are that Jesus existed (Bart Ehrman, to give a prominent example).

Yet although I am the first to admit that I have no formal training in Jesusology, I think I’ve read enough to know that there is no credible extra-Biblical evidence for Jesus’s existence, and that arguments can be made that Jesus was a purely mythological figure, perhaps derived from earlier such figures, who gradually attained “facthood.” As a scientist, I’ll say that I don’t regard the evidence that Jesus was a real person as particularly strong—certainly not strong enough to draw nearly all biblical scholars to that view. It’s almost as if adopting mythicism brands you as an overly strident atheist, one lacking “respect” for religion. There’s an onus against mythicism that can’t be explained by the strength of evidence against that view.

Probably nobody reading this post thinks that Jesus was the miracle-working son of God, and that pretty much disposes of his importance for Christianity. In the end, I’m most surprised at how much rancor is involved in these arguments, especially by the pro-Jesus side, even when that side readily admits that Jesus was not the son of God. (I can understand, of course, why Christians want to argue that Jesus was a real person.)

Regardless of your take on this question, I recommend you read Brian Bethune’s piece in the March 23 MacLean’s: “Did Jesus really exist?” (Subtitle: “Memory research has cast doubt on the few things we knew about Jesus, raising an even bigger question.”)

The gist of  Bethune’s piece is a description and critique of Bart Ehrman’s new book: Jesus Before the Gospels: How the Earliest Christians Remembered, Changed, and Invented Their Stories of the Savior. And what that book shows (see the brief interview with Ehrman on the Amazon link above) is that recent work on fallible human memory shows that even in a short time so-called “eyewitness accounts”—these constitute the bulk of the oral Biblical evidence for Jesus—can be corrupted beyond recognition. What that further means is that over the four or five decades spanning the reported date of Jesus’s death and the first written scriptural account of his deeds (the Gospel of Mark) the Story of Jesus could involve not just severe distortion, but even fabrication. That is, Jesus could be the subject of False Memory Syndrome. As Bethune notes, though, this puts a skunk in Ehrman’s historical woodpile:

Small wonder then that Ehrman sees the Gospels as rife with “distorted” (that is, false) memories. What is surprising, though, is how much of the Gospels he still thinks he can accept as reasonably accurate “gist” memories, how lightly he applies his new criterion, which he primarily uses as justification for rejecting Gospel stories he long ago dismissed on other historical grounds. Ehrman’s memory book, in effect, is more an appeal to the faithful to accept historians’ approach than a new way of evaluating evidence. His list of what historians, including himself, think they can attest to hardly differs from a list he would have made a decade ago: Jesus was a Jew, an apocalyptic preacher like the man who baptized him, John the Baptist; his teaching, rooted in Torah, was delivered in parables and aphorisms; Jesus had followers who claimed his message was validated by the miracles he wrought; in the last week of his life, Jesus went to Jerusalem, where he caused a disturbance in the Temple that, some hours later, led to his arrest; Pontius Pilate, the Roman governor found him guilty of sedition and had him crucified.

. . . However appealing and reasonable such a list is to modern skeptics, it is still drawn almost entirely from within the faith tradition, with buttressing by the slimmest of outside supports—brief references from Roman observers.

Bethune then argues that the one “solid” fact buttressing Jesus’s existence—his execution under Pontius Pilate, a historical figure—is likely based on post-Biblical fabrication, since many early Christians didn’t accept Pilate as executioner or even that Jesus died around the time of his reign. As Bethune notes, “Snap that slender reed and the scaffolding that supports the Jesus of history—the man who preached the Sermon on the Mount and is an inspiration to millions who do not accept the divine Christ—is wobbling badly.”

Finally, Bethune argues, and I agree from what I know, that even the evidence in scripture for Jesus’s reality is dubious, since the earliest source, the letters of Paul, give us no picture of Jesus as a flesh-and-blood person:

That the Gospels provide only debatable evidence for historians has long obscured the fact that the bulk of the New Testament, its epistles, provide none at all. The seven genuine letters of St. Paul, older than the oldest Gospel and written by the single most important missionary in Christian history, add up to about 20,000 words. The letters mention Jesus, by name or title, over 300 times, but none of them say anything about his life; nothing about his ministry, his trial, his miracles, his sufferings. Paul never uses an example from Jesus’s sayings or deeds to illustrate a point or add gravitas to his advice—and the epistles are all about how to establish, govern and adjudicate disputes within Christianity’s nascent churches.

Bethune draws heavily from the work of Richard Carrier, a prominent mythicist. I’ve read quite a bit of that and find it heavy weather, but in the end agree with Carrier that mythicism appears to be rejected by Biblical scholars for mere psychological reasons. Christianity is a bedrock of Western society, so even if we doubt the divinity of Jesus, can’t we just make everyone happy by agreeing that the New Testament is based on a real person? What do we have to lose?

But I’m not willing to do that—not until there’s harder evidence. And I’m still puzzled why Bart Ehrman, who goes even farther in demolishing the mythology of Jesus in his new book, remains obdurate about the fact that such a man existed. Remember that eleven historical Americans signed statements at the beginning of the Book of Mormon testifying that they either saw the Angel Moroni point out the golden plates that became the Book, or saw the plates themselves. Yet nearly all of us reject that signed, dated, eyewitness testimony as total fabrication. Why are we so unwilling to take a similar stand about Jesus?

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h/t: Barry

Your names for tadpoles

April 3, 2016 • 7:49 am

by Matthew Cobb

A chat on Tw*tter today raised the issue of folk names for tadpoles – very appropriate for this time of year in the northern hemisphere, as they are all busy hatching out of their jelly. A tweep, @sammtank, said her son called tadpoles pollywogs. I had never heard of this term, but the OED confirms it being in ‘current use’ in the UK and it can be traced back to ‘polwygle’ in 1440. Amongst the variants listed by the OED are:

porwigle, pollywiggle, pollywoggle, pollywog, potladle, pollywig, purwiggy

So, gentle readers, what are your terms for ‘tadpole’ and, as BBC journalist @Vic_Gill asked me, what is the collective noun for pollywogs (or for tadpoles, for that matter)? She suggested ‘plethora’, but I suspect we’d be looking for something more anglo-saxon and less latin.

Chip in below with your folk and common names for tadpoles (so no ‘Freds’ ‘Ruths’ or other jokes unless they are VERY funny), and ideas about what a group of porwigles would be called.

Readers’ wildlife photos

April 3, 2016 • 7:30 am

Just a short post today, as it’s been a hellish nightmare in Delhi (see previous post), and I can barely muster the will to write. But there’s some good news from one place, at least: Idaho, where we feared that Lucy and Desi, the bald eagles that breed yearly on Stephen Barnard’s property, had disappeared (perhaps victim to an osprey attack).

They’re back—the eagles have landed! Stephen’s report:

I’m happy to report that the Aubrey Spring Ranch bald eagles [Haliaeetus leucocephalus]  are doing well. I saw the female this morning and was sad because I thought she’d lost her mate, whom I hadn’t seen in several days. A little later I saw a head poking up from a new, improved nest. It was the male, probably sitting on eggs and giving Lucy a rest.

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Sunday: Hili dialogue (and a long kvetch)

April 3, 2016 • 6:30 am
 Well, I’m in the middle of an airline nightmare, thanks to Air India and a combination of bad machinery and unhelpful staff. Our flight was scheduled to leave Delhi at 2:20 a.m., arriving in Chicago at the decent hour of 7:45 a.m., and I was looking forward to getting some good sleep in my spiffy business class bed. But as soon as the guy next to me sat down, he dropped off, and soon was snoring like a buzzsaw. I mean, he was so loud that passengers two aisles over took notice. As business class was full, so I couldn’t find an empty seat to escape the din, I knew I was gonna be in for a rough night. There was nowhere I could escape the egregious nasal racket.
But it turned out to be even rougher—in an unexpected way. The air-conditioning broke down as we were ready to take off, and we returned to the gate for a supposed one-hour fix. Then out to the runway again after nearly two hours, and another a/c failure. After an announced 20-minute “minor repair” that lasted 1.5 hours, we headed out yet again. And then, as the plane turned to the gate for the third time (without any announcement from the pilot), I knew we were in trouble. Finally, as he killed the engines, the pilot made the dreaded announcement: the plane was irreparably broken, and we’d have to deplane.
If you’ve been to India, you’ll know that mass confusion immediately ensued: rebellion from an angry and vociferous mob that had stewed for over five hours on a hot tarmac, with no information about their fate.
Eventually it turned out that they would bus us to a hotel (for how long we still don’t know) where we’d wait for Air India to retrieve us and take us back to the airport, hopefully to a working plane. Of course we had to ferret that information out of the staff, who didn’t give a tinker’s dam about our plight. It was far worse in steerage, though, where people were soaked with sweat and small children were crying.
So, I’m cooling my heels (literally) in the Radisson in Delhi, sharing a room with a nice Indian physician (Air India’s too cheap to get us our own rooms), and with no idea when we’ll be out of here. It’s time to go home, and I haven’t slept a wink for thirty hours and six minutes. But I kvetch. . .
Meanwhile in Dobrzyn, Cyrus and Hili muse about the eternal mystery of the human animal:
Hili: Do you understand human prejudices?
Cyrus: A bit. I had to cure myself of something like that.
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In Polish:

Hili: Czy ty rozumiesz te ludzkie przesądy?
Cyrus: Trochę rozumiem, sam się z czegoś takiego musiałem leczyć.

 And Gus has pretty much demolished his box by now. His staff will have to buy another Ikea lamp because that Ikea lamp box was the only box Gus ever loved. (And you always gnaw the one you love.)

And some new photos of Gus with notes from his staff:

The first goes with the video from yesterday [just above], I think he looks like he’s holding a piece of toast. Then there are a few of him sitting on the piano keys, that’s where the sun was shining….And the last one, I should have had for last week, as Gus is not amused.

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Amy Winehouse: “Me and Mr. Jones”

April 2, 2016 • 2:30 pm

Things are gonna be sparse on this site till I get back to the states on Sunday morning, but I didn’t do all that badly, right? And we’ll even had a Caturday Felid today.

In the meantime, enjoy “Me & Mr Jones,” by the late Amy Winehouse. This is a live version from the Isle of Wight in 2007, four years before her death. I like it better than the other live version, which you can find here.

Amy appears to be missing an incisor.

Poland’s going to right-wing Catholic hell

April 2, 2016 • 1:30 pm

Although the U.S. news doesn’t give the political situation in Poland a lot of coverage, you can still discern the beginning of a Catholic-infused regressive politics in that much-beleaguered land. And, given my friendship with Malgorzata and Andrzej (Hili’s staff), I hear more about Polish politics than the average American. And what I hear is NOT reassuring.

In 2015, the Polish people elected a known right-winger, Andrzej Duda, as President. He, and now the Prime Minister, are members of the PiS (“Law and Justice” party).  In league with Poland’s strong Catholic church, the government is proceeding to dismantle many progressive reforms enacted by previous regimes.

The latest action involves the government’s proposal for a total ban on all abortions. Yes, total: that means no abortion in pregnancies that might endanger the health of the mother, in which the fetus is medically doomed, or which resulted from incest or rape. Currently, all three kinds of abortions are legal, but, as Medical XPress reports, perhaps not for long:

Poland’s prime minister and the powerful leader of its conservative ruling party both said Thursday they support a total ban on abortion.

 Abortion is currently only allowed in mostly Catholic Poland when the pregnancy poses a threat to the woman’s health or life, if it results from a crime like incest or rape or if the fetus is damaged.

But these regulations dating to 1993, which have been considered a tough compromise between the views of the country’s liberal and Catholic circles, are now being contested under Poland’s new conservative government.

A new civic group called “Stop Abortion” is gathering support to impose a total ban and is backed by Poland’s influential Roman Catholic Church.

Prime Minister Beata Szydlo and party leader Jaroslaw Kaczynski said, as Catholics, they support the total ban but if it comes to a vote in parliament, party lawmakers will be able to vote as they wish.

According to Malgorzata, more than half of Poland’s parliament supports this bill, so it’s likely it will pass, making Poland the EU country with the most restrictive abortion laws.

The people of Poland knew what they were getting when they voted, and so I suppose they won’t grouse about this latest travesty. After all, most voters don’t require or want abortions. And so we’ll watch the spectacle of Poland marching back into the Dark Ages, with trumpets blaring and banners of ignorance waving.

I’ll be in the air soon, but Malgorzata might answer any readers’ questions in the comments. She kindly sent me some clarification about the bill’s provisions, which I quote:

“Here is some additional information about the proposed abortion bill:
It starts with a new vocabulary:
1. a ‘conceived child’ is alive and must be treated as human life from the moment an egg is fertilized.
2. a ‘prenatal killer’ is a person who causes the death of a conceived child.
Penalties: for causing the death of a conceived child, up to 5 years in prison; for inadvertently causing the death of a conceived child, up to 3 years in prison
No emergency contraception will be allowed, no in vitro fertilization either.
Which means, among many other horrors, that a surgeon who operates on acute appendicitis in a pregnant woman and she thereby loses the fetus may go to prison for inadvertently causing the death of a conceived child. Physicians will therefore be very cautious when prescribing necessary treatment for sick pregnant women, as even a strong dose of antibiotics could end the pregnancy (i.e., prison is looming).
Women who miscarry will be forced to prove that they didn’t do anything to cause the miscarriage, not even inadvertently.”
Woe, ye Polish women!