Monthly Archives: November 2018

Veracity Biker Blogger Down…. But Back up!!

Last Tuesday, October 30, 2018, one of your faithful bloggers here at Veracity was involved in a bike accident. In what I would describe as a miracle, God has providentially kept me alive and in good shape.

For the past 18 years, I have been a bike commuter to work, driving to the outskirts of town, and pulling out my bike from the car hatch, and riding down Monticello Avenue, towards the College of William and Mary, in my hometown of Williamsburg. This particular morning, I was riding down a stretch of Monticello in the bike lane, just next to an on-ramp for Route 199.

The last thing I remember was the sensation of my bike being shot out from underneath me. I thought to myself, “I need to hold onto my bike!”

The lights went out after a split second…..

The next thing I know, I was laying flat on my back, in the back of a James City County ambulance, and the EMT paramedic was asking me about today’s date, just minutes away from the trauma center at Riverside Hospital in Newport News.

The EMT guy told me that I was rear-ended by a car, and that I flipped back and smashed into the windshield of the vehicle, with my bike helmet, with my head still in the helmet! Later that day, the police dropped off my bike (the photo above) at my house, where you can see how my rear wheel got folded up by the impact.

Amazingly, the only significant injury I received was a concussion. Only a few other bruises and scrapes. No internal injuries. I was discharged within hours from the hospital. The EMT guy later spoke with my wife and said that it was exceedingly rare for someone to endure an accident like this, without worse, debilitating injury, or even death.

I can not describe to you how thankful I am that I was spared anything worse, than a concussion. I had a followup visit with my doctor recently, with good results, and he told me that I was very, very “lucky.”

As an engineer with a mathematics background, I can tell you all about probabilities and whatnot. The driver was probably going at a slow speed. The angle of impact kept me in the bike lane, and away from other vehicles. I could go on… But I really do not believe in “luck.” I believe in God’s providential care. For what purpose this accident served?…. Well, that is something that remains to be known.

Our secular society likes to reduce miracle stories like this to the status of “luck.” I can understand this, as it is clear that there are countless other stories where the outcome of incidents like this that do not turn out so good. Lots of questions are raised as to the nature of the providence of God, the problem of evil, etc…. things we do not always feel comfortable talking about. But these are important questions we ALL need to consider. We simply can not “kick the can down the road,” crossing our fingers, hoping that it does not happen “to me.”

I have no clue who hit me, as I was unconscious for about an hour (which raises questions of its own… I did not have any NDE; that is, a “Near Death Experience,” but it was pretty surreal, for sure!!). I pray for the man who struck me. I am also a big advocate for, and thankful for safety gear, particularly my bike helmet, that did its job wonderfully. Thanks to all of the first responders and medical personnel, who did their job, even though I was unaware of what they did for me.

I am grateful.

God is our refuge and strength,
    a very present help in trouble (Psalm 46:1)


The Legacy of “Christian” Anti-Semitism: A Report from Rome

The Jewish Ghetto in Rome: Via Rua in Ghetto, (rione Sant’Angelo), by Ettore Roesler Franz (c. 1880)

As news unfolded last weekend of a man entering a Pittsburgh Jewish synagogue, and killing 11 worshippers, it was a sober reminder that anti-semitism is still a spiritual and moral disease to be reckoned with. My wife and I recently returned from a trip to Rome, Italy, and there we sadly learned that the story of anti-Jewish sentiment has much of its roots in the misuse of the Bible, throughout Christian history….

Our hotel in Rome was but a few blocks from the city’s famous Jewish Ghetto district, now a pricey part of town, lined with fantastic Jewish restaurants, to the culinary delight of tourists (such as this American! …. Try the artichoke! It is unbelievable!). But such upscale status was not always the case in Rome’s history.

Compared to much of the rest of Europe, Jews in Italy have had relatively better treatment throughout history. Unlike stories of exile from England (1290) and Spain (1492), Jews in Italy have never experienced periods of mass exile. Rome’s Jewish community over the years had always lived fairly close together, keeping their Jewish identity intact over the centuries. Christians from a Jewish background, such as the apostle Peter and Paul, were most probably part of this ancient community, back in the first century.

Though abused by pagan emperors, such as Cladius, as mentioned in the Book of Acts, Rome’s Jews lived mostly in peace, until the period of the Counter-Reformation, four centuries ago, right in the heart of the center of Western Christendom. In 1555, the plight of Rome’s Jews drastically changed, when the Jews were forced to live together, in one of the most undesirable parts of the city, next to the Tiber River. Established by a papal bull by Pope Paul IV, the Jews were huddled together in this walled-in ghetto, their homes susceptible to flooding from the nearby Tiber. Jews had their property rights taken away from them, and they were forced to listen to compulsory Christian sermons on the Jewish sabbath.

Veracity blogger, in front of the Church of San Gregorio a Ponte Quattro Capi (Note the presence of the police officer behind me, just to my right, and his police vehicle to the left of the church door).

Some of the successive Catholic popes relaxed various restrictions on Rome’s Jewish community, but the social upheavals of early 19th century Europe led to newer, and even tighter restrictions. One such sign of this can be seen today, at the small Church of San Gregorio a Ponte Quattro Capi, at the edge of the ghetto district.

Above the church door is an inscription from Isaiah 65:2-3, in both Hebrew and Latin:

I spread out my hands all the day
    to a rebellious people,
who walk in a way that is not good,
    following their own devices;
a people who provoke me
    to my face continually,
sacrificing in gardens
    and making offerings on bricks. (ESV)

Placed there in 1858, this is a good example of “right verse, wrong application.” The original context for this passage had to deal with God’s rebuke against Old Testament Jews, in Isaiah’s day, who had given themselves over to worship pagan deities. While it can be applied in our day, as God’s rebuke against all people (not just “the Jews”); that is, anyone who rebels against God, to suggest that this text is specifically targeting Rome’s Jews, with God’s displeasure, is a misuse of the text.

No wonder so many Jewish people today harbor feelings of mistrust around some Christians!

How would it make you feel to live in the Jewish ghetto? Compulsory housing code situated you and your family to live in a flood prone area, without any property rights of your own? Why on earth would anyone even want to listen to a sermon, using these Bible verses as a pretext, for legitimizing such coercion?

Inscription from Isaiah 65:2-3, in Hebrew on the left, and Latin on the right, from the Church of San Gregorio a Ponte Quattro Capi, overlooking the Jewish Ghetto (taken with my Android phone, October, 2018. Click on the image for a closer look).

Many evangelical Christians, of a more conservative bent today, tend to “pooh-pooh” so-called “seeker-sensitive” churches in our day and age. But it might have helped the cause of reaching Rome’s Jewish community, in the 19th century, to have a healthy dose of seeker-sensitivity. Here is the facade of the church, with the crucified Jesus looking down upon the inscription of Isaiah, which surely had Rome’s Jewish population in mind. This is not the most gentle way to win the hearts of people, to say the least:

Conditions for Rome’s Jewish community improved when the Papal States were superseded by the relatively more-secular Kingdom of Italy, in 1870. The formal requirement forcing all of Rome’s Jews to live in the ghetto came to an end, and the unsafe living conditions of the ghetto, for those who remained, were vastly improved by raising the ground level and building a flood retaining wall to keep the banks of the Tiber in check. A new, grand synagogue was built, and completed in 1904, and the Jewish community entered a new age of relative prosperity.

Rome’s Great Synagogue, finished in 1904.

It may seem like I am piling on the Roman Catholic Church here, but Protestants do not get off so easy. When the Nazi’s rose to power in the 1930s, in Germany, some of their anti-semitic rhetoric came from the pages of Martin Luther’s On the Jews and Their Lies. When the Nazis eventually occupied Rome, during War World 2, Rome’s Jewish community fell under their uncharitable eye.

The worst day for Jews in Rome, during the Nazi era, came on October 16, 1943. The Nazis drove trucks into the old Jewish Ghetto, rounded up as many Jews as they could, shipping many of them off to Auschwitz.

The situation for Rome’s Jewish community has greatly improved since the days of the Nazis. In 1986, Pope John Paul II visited the Great Synagogue, followed by Pope Benedict in 2010, and recently in 2016, with Pope Francis.

If you are ever in Rome, I would encourage you take a tour of the Great Synagogue of Rome. They have an incredibly informative museum, underneath the worship space, that interprets the history of the Jews in Rome, extending back to the pre-Christian, pagan era. However, if you do visit, you will notice that security is very tight getting into the synagogue and museum. Outside the synagogue, you will see Italian police officers, practically one on every corner. Rome has a high police presence, all across the city, but here in the Jewish ghetto area, it seems particularly high.

Just a few hundred feet down the street from the Great Synagogue of Rome, marks the spot (with a plaque, behind me on the building wall), where Nazi trucks came in, October 16, 1943, and abducted Jews to be taken off to Auschwitz, for extermination.

When I spoke to one of the museum guides about the high security issues, she told me why access to the synagogue  is so strict. In 1982, armed Palestinian militants stormed the undefended synagogue, killing one child. Ever since then, they have made every effort to restrict access to the synagogue, for safety reasons.

Inside the Great Synagogue of Rome.

The security situation in Rome came to mind when I heard of the recent tragedy in Pittsburgh. Whatever the motives of the synagogue killer, what happened in Pittsburgh has been labeled the most horrific single tragedy experienced by the American Jewish community, in U.S. history. Yet as Baptist leader, Russell Moore put it, “If you hate Jews, you hate Jesus.” Or consider the commentary of theologian Gerald McDermott, who challenges us to reach to our Jewish friends.

Where does this ugly legacy of anti-semitism come from? Well, sadly, part of the problem can unfortunately be traced back to misguided thinking among of those who wrongly misread their Bibles, as was evidently done by those who forced the Jews to live in ghettos, like that in Rome.

Earlier this year, I finished blogging my way through the controversial topic of “Christian Zionism,” examining the history  and practice of how Christians have read their Bibles about the promise of the land, to the Jews and their descendants, in the Middle East. No matter where someone lands on that particular issue, we should all be wary of tendencies among those who read their Bibles, to justify all sorts of ill-treatment against our Jewish friends. Instead, may we all, as followers of Jesus, take our example from our Lord, who after all, was Jewish, and learn to better know how to love our Jewish neighbors with the truth of the Gospel.



The History of the English Standard Version

I use multiple English versions of the Scriptures, in my own Bible study: ranging from the KJV, to the NIV, the online NET Bible (recently reformatted as Lumina) to the late Eugene Peterson’s The Message. Each one has its own strengths and weaknesses. But if I had to pick one stand out favorite, it would be the English Standard Version (ESV). The following is a ten-minute video telling the history of how the ESV came to be:

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