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Misquoting Jesus, The Story Behind Who Changed the Bible and Why, by Bart D. Ehrman

To those who claim the Bible* is the unerring word of God delivered directly from his mouth, Ehrman, an academic whose career has been spent in study of these scriptures, offers a potent rejoinder.   

After a brief biographical summary making clear he is himself a committed Christian, Ehrman provides a layperson’s introduction to his discipline of Textual Criticism: the objective analysis of written documents and how their words came to be as they are. Seen through that lens, he explains, the scriptures we read today are demonstrably the product of countless scribes, translators and interpreters over two millennia, some of those persons known by name and reputation but most of them unknown except through the small fraction of their manuscripts which have survived.  Working often in isolation and in various languages of which each had their own varying level of fluency and comprehension, these pre-printing-press copyists produced an undeterminable number of individual handwritten manuscripts, of which time and circumstance allowed only a random selection of perhaps complete, partial and fragmentary examples (still numbering in the tens of thousands,) to survive and be further winnowed and selected by compilers for their use as the basis for all of today’s printed Bibles.  Recent digital collating and cross referencing of those surviving manuscripts have revealed them to contain hundreds of thousands of differences.  So much for any one version being the inerrant word of the deity.

Not surprisingly given the process, some of those differences appear due to simple human fallibility – i.e.: plain old mistakes.  Of the remainder, Ehrman attributes some to the fact that each scribe worked from a different selection of source materials, often fragmentary and often contradictory, so choices were made, differences repeated and passed down to the ages till they became considered ‘gospel’ (in the casual use of that term). Importantly though, other textual variations are seen as reflective of theological or societal debates and conflicts in the time and place a particular variant was created.  Anti-Jewish prejudice within the Christian movement, anti-Christian persecution in the wider community, pushback from earlier philosophical traditions, etc.; when scribes or their masters decided the scriptures needed ‘clarification’ to reflect what was currently considered ‘proper’ doctrine, changes were made. Thus, the ‘Misquoting’ of this book’s title. 

This recounting of process also reminds that, even according to the most doctrinaire recounting of their origin, the ‘Books’ making up what we now know as ‘The Bible’ were initially written as letters, sermons, essays or such, each for a specific audience or purpose.  Only after such initial use, were they distributed more widely and some preserved, though still individually.  Not until still more centuries had passed did various scholars gather some of those ‘books’ together for reference or sharing and still later did the one or another developing church hierarchy settle on the current (and still somewhat contested among Christianity’s many sects and scholars) selection and organization of ‘the’ Books of ‘The’ Bible.’ Even since then, the text has continued to be re-translated, and re-corrected to reflect evolution of our vernacular languages, evolving scholarship and even newly discovered source material (the oldest currently known extant manuscript was only discovered in the late nineteenth century and not made available for study for decades after that; others could turn up any day). No one, it becomes clear as one reads Ehrman’s book, can reliably demonstrate exactly what words were in the ‘original’ text of any ‘Book,’ much less the entire Bible.

Lest the reader think this is all about trifles – the mistranslation of some ancient Greek adjective, the degree of Jesus’ anger or impatience with one particularly beggar’s neediness, Ehrman’s later chapters include examples of major theological points which are presented differently in various early manuscripts and Bibles.  Whether Jesus is rightly considered to have remained a Jew throughout his life; whether he was a ‘normal’ mortal human who only later was ‘adopted’ to become the Son of God or an entirely paranormal being who came down and only pretended to be human; some of these discrepancies in the record go to the heart of important beliefs, including the entire ‘Holy Trinity’ construct. ** In these examples the stakes become more clear: conscientious believers look to the Bible for the most authoritative issues in their spiritual lives, but if the actual text to which they turn has been muddled and changed countless times, how reliable is any directive any particular reader believes they see in its text? 

Near his work’s end, Ehrman steps beyond strict analysis, ventures to wonder whether, if an all-knowing and all-powerful God had really set out a millennium or so ago to transmit his fixed and imperative words to humans, He would not have chosen to do so in some less malleable form (etched on tablets of hardest granite taller than the monoliths of Stonehenge perhaps, or carved into the face of some durable mountain ala Mt Rushmore, for my own examples). The fact that what we know as ‘The Bible’ has come down to us by such a fallible train of events, Ehrman seems by this point to take as evidence that not only was it not ‘written’ by God, it’s words were not individually and specifically inspired by him and so cannot be taken as ‘His’ final and literal word on any subject. 

This primary work of Christian literature, then, is the product of an extended and complex series of human choices about how to record their own human thoughts about Jesus, God and the world.  The words of specific persons who based them upon the words of generations of other persons about events of which they all learned from other persons, only a few of whom actually lived in the time of Jesus – and even fewer of whom actually heard or interacted with him.  Such a work is, despite those caveats, tremendously valuable as one piece of a complex history and philosophy, as a record of what the early Christians thought and as an illustration of timeless human nature.  Ehrman evinces no regret for having spent his career studying it, but rather a continuing fascination and awe at the complications encoded in this cornucopia of early writings, each with its own history and claims upon authority. 

Similarly, any reader – Christian or otherwise – who is willing to approach Misquoting Jesus in a spirit of intellectual curiosity will be well rewarded with new understanding of the very human aspects of its subject.  A valuable piece of scholarship.

P. S.: E Unum Pluribus is a speculative fiction about how this ‘Great Experiment’ we call the USA may self-destruct – soon.  Along the way, it suggests that even the new ‘Dark Age’ which may follow that collapse could harbor the seeds of some future enlightenment with its own new contributions to spirituality and belief systems. 

The novel is currently being serialized and anyone can read it, for free, starting at: https://robinandrew.net/2026/01/01/e-unum-pluribus/

*- the “Bible” as used in Ehrman’s book refers primarily to the New Testament, though many of the methodologies and concepts its author describes could readily be applied also to the even-more ancient texts of The Old Testament – and probably to many other texts which predate the era of mass-mechanical and electronic reproduction.

** In a particularly striking example, Ehrman cites John 17:15, in which the currently standard texts have Jesus pray to God “I do not ask that you keep them from the world, but that you keep them from the evil one.”  Looking back to a highly respected early source manuscript, Codex Vaticanus (fourth century CE), he finds the same verse reads simply “I do not ask that you keep them from the evil one.”  An entirely different prayer suggesting a drastically different image of Jesus’ personality and character as a teacher/spiritual guide.

Change your party – change the future!

E Unum Pluribus – a tale of The Big Diss, imagines the United States of America dissolving into chaos because its elected representatives ceased to work together for the common good.  While the novel is fiction, its premise is plausible, which begs the question – what can an individual do to avoid such a tragic outcome?

Plenty of folks more knowledgeable than I have commented that we’ve all gotten so isolated into our own bubbles – republicans/democrats, conservatives/liberals, red states/blue states, urban/rural, blue collar/elitist; however one summarizes it – that it’s easy to dismiss everyone on ‘the other side’ as unreasonable, unapproachable, unsalvageable or worse. 

If (like me) you fear there is some truth to that description, and if (like me) you think forever encouraging division is a dead end – if you’ve ever felt the impulse to disagree when you’ve heard someone say the ‘X’ party is corrupt and they’re all a bunch of ‘z#fqt*^k!s,’ – how about switching your voter registration: to the X Party! 

WTF?

First off, once you switch, you will know for certain that there is at least one reasonable person in the X Party – one grain of sand to begin a beachfront of unification.

Second, you may (depending on your state) gain the opportunity to vote in the X party’s primary and improve the chances of their most reasonable candidate.  If enough of us do that, we could all have a better set of candidates to choose between in the actual election, instead of one we  cannot stomach and one we can support if we have to, but only by holding our collective noses.

Third, although there is no need for any else to know about your switch, should you ever hear someone thoughtlessly badmouthing either party, you might choose to respond by pointing out your agreement or disagreement “even though I’m a registered X!”  A single brick pulled out of a wall can improve communication between the two sides.

For whatever it’s worth: I switched to ‘the other party’ over a decade ago.  Since that time, I have found myself much more open to hearing ‘other party’ statements and proposals. I certainly do not dismiss all members of my new party out of hand – I am one of them, after all!  And I still do not always agree with their (our?) positions, but I feel obliged to at least listen, and much less resistance to acknowledging when a representative of my new party has proposed something worthwhile or productive.

Changing your party doesn’t mean voting for candidates you don’t support. It does mean choosing a future where each side is not so committed to smashing and trashing the other side that it’s virtually impossible to accomplish anything constructive. 

Government of the people, by the people and for the people should not be a cage-fight; it should be – and it can be – a mission in which we all share, together.

Parable of the Sower – Octavia E. Butler’s 1993 Vison for Today’s Tommorrow

Following up recent rereading’s of Orwell’s 1984 and Bradbury’s Fahrenheit 451 I saw this speculative novel recommended for its prescience and found that characterization to be spot on. Writing back in 1993, Butler describes a Southern California that could believably result from just a few more years pursuit of our nation’s current course.  Widespread poverty thanks to an politicians who own power over actual governance, violence and destruction by a populace fragmented and distrustful of one another, worldwide ecological disasters, misuse of new technology for profit and oppression, legal and police powers used not to protect the rights of all but to entrench the power of the few and, overlaying all that, a portion of the populace turning to reactionary religious movements in hope of refuge.  A decidedly dystopian take on our situation, but very convincing and valuable as an eye-opener.  That it is set in our exact time (July 2024 – October 2027) despite having been written over thirty years before is almost spooky to one first reading it today.

Butler (born 1947, died 2006) was a pioneer: at a time when it was striking to find either a Black person or a female making a name writing science fiction she was both, going on to win Hugo, Locus and Nebula awards as well as a MacArthur Fellowship grant.  This first of her works that I have read (there will be more) is partly shaped by her ethnicity, featuring a mixed race band of refugees and touching repeatedly on how race has shaped them, has affected their fortunes and is still affecting them despite the near total collapse of nearly every other social structure. 

Not content to cover that weighty ground, Butler also puts forth a religious theme, with protagonist Lauren Oya Olamina (which surname we learn is from the Yoruba region of Nigeria) the daughter of an Evangelical preacher. Lauren is in the process of devising a faith of her own, which she calls Earthseed in reflection of its vision of destiny – the expansion of Earth’s humanity to live among the stars and spread their ‘ seed’ throughout the universe.  Lauren’s coming to grips with that calling and beginning the process of dissemination is the true theme of the novel, all the others serve to set the conditions and inform the necessity of her doing so.

Butler’s writing is immediate and colorful yet quick and concise, her plotting is complex without falling into the sort of techno traps that affect much Sci-fi.  Resultingly, the Parable of the Sower is a work of literature which uses its genre as vehicle, not a commercial work safely exploiting a comfortable niche. A sequel, Parable of the Talents (1998) presents a further step in Laruen’s and Earthseed’s journey, culminating in departure of their first space craft on a colonizing mission.  That having been Butler’s final published novel, it is sad to consider how she might have continued the tale, had she not struggled with depression and writer’s block before passing away in 2006, at the too-young age of 58.  

Very glad to have encountered both book and author, and highly recommend them to any readers interested in where our politics are leading the USA, exploring the canon of science fiction, alternatives to mainstream religion or just curious about where human society may be headed – in both the near and the far terms.

Fahrenheit 451, Ray Bradbury

Like a 75-year-old car, Bradbury’s most lauded novel feels a bit clunky compared to the sleek and smooth commodity fiction churned out by today’s industrial publishing conglomerates.  As with any mode of transportation though, where a book takes you is more important than the vehicle itself, and Fahrenheit 451 offers a ride through the very territory over which our nation is currently circling. Pretty amazing for a story first anthologized in 1950 and expanded into this short novel in 1953!

Minds colonized by omnipresent ‘entertainment’ media pretending to provide viewers with a ‘reality’ more acceptable than their own; lives lived in bubbles of class and clique; an authoritarian government ginning up perpetual wars as excuse to police every facet of its citizen’s lives; new technologies immediately harnessed to enforce all of the above – Bradbury’s fears for his characters’ ‘future’ are amazingly close to today’s realities. 

In an afterword and coda written later (1982 and 1979, respectively), Bradbury makes clear that he traces all those developments to his fictional culture’s rejection of the written word.  Books there are viewed as corrupting distractions.  Not content with discouraging or banning individual volumes on the basis of specific content, this regime fears all books because they record, preserve and encourage independent thought.  The very possession of any book has been declared a major criminal act and the once laudable community symbol of the Firefighter has been perverted into a new role as government book burner (and incidental executioner of bibliophiles).

So here we are seventy-five years later, with citizens pressuring their libraries and schools to dispose of any books hinting at truths those particular citizens don’t appreciate; a juvenile Secretary of ‘War’ decreeing which slanted versions of history, philosophy and the social sciences may be read or discussed in the military’s colleges and academies as the White House extorts even private universities to teach to the President’s personal prejudices.  Meanwhile, surveys confirm that fewer and fewer and fewer persons are reading any books by choice, preferring instead to have information spoon-fed into their brains via profit-tailored algorithms curating content for their profit-driven mass electronica. In spooky parallel to Bradbury’s Firemen cum Fire-setters, the current administration has given control of many federal agencies to fanatical minions who despise those agencies’ statutory functions, wishing instead to destroy or pervert them by flipping them from protecting the environment or civil rights, for example, to opening the former to plunder by political contributors and restricting the latter’s protections to only those who bow down to the MAGA movement in all its glory and gory ambition (while sporting an appearance that comports to Mr. Trump’s old-Hollywood vision of how true Americans are supposed to look).

Despite some age-appropriate road wear and rust in its wheel-wells, Bradbury’s Fahrenheit 451 is no junker, but a precious classic vehicle for waking up the masses, every bit as timely today as when its rubber first hit the road.  It deserves to be read or reread as widely as possible, so more citizens will see what is happening and do what they can to stop it.

P. S. – Along with Orwell’s 1984, and Animal Farm, Vonnegut’s Slaughterhouse-Five, Huxley’s Brave New World, Anthony Burgess’ A Clockwork Orange and others from the mid-Twentieth, this novel has helped to shape the fears and ideals of multiple generations.  Margaret Atwood’s The Handmaid’s Tale, Cormac McCarthy’s The Road, Emily St. John Mandel’s Station Eleven and Octavia E. Butler’s Parable of the Sower are notable among many other recent and creditable volumes with similar aspirations of enlightenment and warning.  Now more than ever, all such books deserve to be read and shared.

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Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep, Phillip K. Dick

Held up as a classic of sci-fi, and part of Dick’s canon, this brief dystopian cops & killers tale inspired the film Blade Runner (and its sequel), so seemed like a must-read.   Published in 1968 it was, like all of Dick’s work, more pulp than lit, which shows in the writing; sometimes clumsy,  sometimes cliché, but occasionally quite thoughtful  An example of the latter comes about 75% of the way in, as Rachael, an android whose model-line has been carefully designed to generate sexual desire in wet-blooded males (Dick’s repeated appreciations of ‘small high breasts’ and an almost boyishly-androgenous physique are curious, but apparently appeal broadly-enough to have found their way into the movie), latches on to a bounty hunter’s qualms about terminating something so potentially loveable – and begins to use them against him.

That, it turns out, points us to Dick’s real interest here. Forget the totalitarianism and environmental destruction (though those are valid themes and forward looking for 1968, if not exactly prescient).  What he’s really chewing on are our notions of identity and what makes a life worthy of value.  How artificially-intelligent must an android be before it starts to resent being viewed as an object or tool, and how human-like can it be before the continuation of its operating ‘life’ justifies the same price as a ‘real’ (i. e., organic, non-manufactured) life.  A license to kill, in this case, soon turns into a license to doubt. 

The comparisons are greatly aided by Dick’s postulation of Earth as a dying planet, from which nearly all humans have departed except those too damaged to earn a flight out.  Denigrated as a lesser caste, the lives of these radiation-damaged ‘chickenheads’ are limited, dull and dreary; hardly more rewarding or free than those of the androids they manufacture to serve the off -world elite.  The return of several renegade androids presents a threat to the few fully-functioning humans who have remained behind to keep the remnants of industry in operating order – Rick Deckard being one of them.  Poor and depressed, with a wife addicted to artificial emotions fed out of an electronic box, he seems qualified for the detective part of his task, but quickly out of his depth with the moral issues to come. 

That these humans have turned pet-ownership into a fetish and status indicator adds another twist to their prejudice.  Decker and his neighbors will scrimp and borrow to spend a fortune on almost any animal, whether real or simulated – to salve their thirst for companionship and belonging, yet they deny any hint of those same values to androids who have been manufactured in their own image.  And speaking of values, Dick gives his humans a pseudo religion, the cult of Wilbur Mercer, apparently created by their leadership to provide the lesser populace with distracting illusions of purpose and salvation – this society which creates artificial animals, artificial humans, and artificial environments on other planets has also manufactured an artificial religion, designed to specifications.  Not a stretch at all

How much humanity can you put into a machine before it deserves the same rights as its creators, and how far can we dehumanize our fellow beings before their value drops beneath that of their creations; especially when one realizes there is no big ‘C’ Creator out there to insist the two are inherently different?  Questions we may need to begin answering quite soon, the way things are going.