St. Jerome said ignorance of Scripture is ignorance of Christ. To a certain proportion of civilization, Christ doesn’t matter. Nor do Scriptures. So…what’s the point in a forum for worldwide dialogue and engagement?
Over at First Things, Joe Carter says the Bible is key for building a culture.
As science fiction writer Ray Bradbury once said, “You don’t have to burn books to destroy a culture. Just get people to stop reading them.” While this is certainly true, the genre of books that people stop reading matters considerably. In fact, one genre matters most of all, as Tony Reinke explains In his recent book, Lit!:
“Since Moses descended from the mountain with two loose-leaf stones under his arms, all literature can be divided into two genres: Genre A: The Bible. . . Genre B: All other books.”
If it’s true, as I believe, that culture can be destroyed by getting people to stop reading books, then I think one of the most important activities we can undertake to restore culture is to get them to read Genre A—to instill in them a passion for reading the Bible.
Big job in today’s society. But recall this history…
From the Middle Ages to the twentieth century, the Bible was the bedrock for our culture’s shared heritage. The term culture comes from the Latin cultura, meaning “to plow” or “to till,” and for centuries, the Bible was the rich loam our civilization would plow. The Old and New Testaments provided the fertile soil in which the Western literary imagination took root, and from the scriptural terra firma grew the metaphors, allusions, narratives, and archetypes that fed the soul of our civilization.
But like the story of the Tower of Babel (remember that one?) we have lost our shared language. As Adam Nicolson argued in an article in the Wall Street Journal:
“Up until, say, 100 years ago, biblical literacy would have been practically mandatory. If you didn’t know what “the powers that be” originally referred to, or where “the writing on the wall” was first seen, or what was meant by “the patience of Job,” “Jacob’s ladder” or “the salt of the earth”—if you didn’t know what an exodus was or a genesis, a fatted or a golden calf—you would have been excluded from the culture. It might be said that a civilization consists, at its core, of these easily transmitted packages of implication. [. . .] You don’t have to return to first principles every time you wish to communicate. You can play your present tune on a received instrument, knowing that your listener hears not only your own music but the subtle melodies of those who played it before you. There is a common wisdom in common knowledge. But does this Bible-informed world still exist? I would guess that on the whole, and outside committed Christian groups, biblical literacy is a thing of the past.”
Now this gets really interesting…
I have been a Christian for over thirty years, and yet my knowledge of the Bible is shamefully lacking. This point was illuminated for me several years ago when I was invited to join an Internet discussion group on Biblical inerrancy. The moderator of the list was Farrell Till, an elderly retired English teacher and editor of Skeptical Review. Till was indisputably one of the most surly, churlish, and impolite men I’ve ever had the misfortune to meet. But he also possessed more knowledge about the contents of the Bible than a pew full of Baptists.
While I was able to siphon from memory some of the basic stories I had learned in Sunday School, Till was able to draw from a deep well of familiarity with Scripture. His disdain for the Bible was palpable—but he thoroughly knew the text he despised. Till’s scholarship was as shallow as his reasoning, so he was never able to prove Scripture to be “errant.” But he was a masterful spelunker who showed me the cavernous depths of my own Biblical illiteracy.
I wish I could say that I was an unrepresentative example of an evangelical. But I suspect that most of my fellow classically orthodox Christians—from the KJV-only crowd to the emerging church conversationists, and not forgetting those who dwell across the Tiber—are equally illiterate. We may possess enough basic knowledge to best a common or garden agnostic at Bible Trivia; we may even be able to hold our own in a proof-texting duel with the village atheist. But we are rarely as saturated in the Bible as we are in pop culture. We can recite more lyrics from Beatles than we can from the Psalms, and quote more lines from Monty Python movies than from the letters of the Apostle Paul.
Okay. He nails it.
Imagine what might happen, though, if we took a different approach. Imagine if we treated the Bible as if it were an actual book that we read from beginning to end. Imagine that instead of reading a chapter a day (as proscribed in our devotionals) that we hunkered down and read large chunks, the way we would read Melville, Dostoevsky, or Stephen King. Imagine if we stopped treating it solely as a reference work, to be pulled off the shelf when we need some advice, but as a coherent narrative, a work of literary art co-produced by the very Creator Himself.
This is getting very uncomfortable.
Ironically, Camille Paglia, an art critic and self-avowed atheist, seems to have a sounder grasp of the importance of the Bible for culture than most believers:
“[T]he Bible is a masterpiece. The Bible is one of the greatest works produced in the world. The people who [only] have the Bible actually are set up for life. Not only do they have a spiritual vision given to them, but artistic fulfillment. They don’t even recognize just the pleasure of dealing with this epic poetry and drama. Everything is in the Bible.”
Can you imagine the thinkers, artists, and saints that we could produce if we had that attitude about Scripture? If you can, then ask yourself this: Why you don’t you spend more time with the Bible?
Because it’s so counter-cultural? That’s unacceptable. It’s abdicating responsibility for shaping culture.