Monthly Archives: September 2010

Is it Important to Have Full Disclosure about the Bible?

DagoodS writes the following on the Thoughts From a Sandwich blog:

Apologia is a defense—it has come down to finding something—anything—that can possibly support one’s position, and as long as that bare fact exists (regardless of any other), then one can hold their position. The moon is moving away from the earth? Bam—the world must be young. Ignore any other dating methods, or any problem with Young Earth Creationism—cling to any fact in support of one’s position and believe.
Getting the right belief (regardless of how one gets there) is what is important. Not the support of the position.

Apologists do not give full disclosure, because the important consideration—what one believes—is already firmly in place. Any facts supporting it are merely props—icing on the cake, as it were.

Apologists have a vested interest in maintaining the status quo.  When Bart Ehrman asked William Lane Craig if the Bible has errors, Craig’s answer, or should I say non-answer, is all about maintaining the Evangelical  illusion on an inerrant Bible. Craig KNOWS, if he is honest about the available data , there are errors in the Bible but to publicly admit such a thing would cause a huge problem within Evangelicalism. Better to deceive people every Sunday than give them them the truth about the Bible,

I would think that Christians would be able to handle anything thrown their way that contradicts Christian orthodoxy. The Holy Spirit lives within every believer, so certainly God living within a person should be sufficient protection against the evils of someone like Bart Ehrman.

The truth is, the Christian apologist KNOWS that MOST Christians know so little about the Bible that they would have great difficulty defending any of the basic, cardinal doctrines of the faith. The Church is filled with well meaning people, ignorant of their faith, but certain the Bible they hold in their hands is the truth, the inerrant, infallible, inspired truth.

And the apologist doesn’t plan to tell them any differently.

If you have not seen the Ehrman-Craig Debate here it is:

Taking Off the Sheep Clothes, the Musings of a Wolf

As my fame continues to spread across the internet people who used to know me are finding out that I am no longer a pastor, a Christian, a believer in God, etc.  I suppose this is how it must be. If I am going to write publicly, use my real name, and talk about my life as a minister, I am going to be “found out.”

I know I am responsible for this. I choose to write what  I write. I choose to be honest and direct. I choose to recount my past and present life as I understand it. (and I say this because I realize others may see my life and the past differently)

I could have chosen to write anonymously. I could have made this blog (and the previous iterations of it) private. But, that’s not me. I have always been direct and open in my relations with other people. Rarely have I heard someone say “I don’t know what you mean.” In my younger years directness and openness were better described as blunt and abusive. As a minister-in-training I was taught to speak the truth without regard to the feelings of others.

This way of speaking “my mind” has served me well over the years but it also has provided me many opportunities to apologize for the times when silence would have been the better course of action. I continue to be schooled in the fine art of “shutting up”, whether with the words I speak or the words I write.

I suspect my openness and directness threatens some people, especially those who have had an intimate relationship with me in the past. They would rather I leave things alone. They would rather I leave the past buried in the past. No need to talk about old times best forgotten.

I can’t do that. While I don’t want to be a person who “lives” in the past, I realize that understanding the past is essential to my wellbeing in the future. If I learn nothing from the past there can be no growth in my life in the present.  The key  is not to be shackled by the past. I must learn from it, embrace it, but I must not allow the past to keep me from moving forward in my life.

This past year has been a year of ever so slowly moving out from under the shadow of the past. Oh, I can still be hamstrung by an encounter with people from the past, but such encounters are less and less as I move farther and father away from the my life as a minister.

It seems my “outing”  is working its way down my resume and list of family and friends. I told my wife the other day that I thought most everyone now knows about my apostasy from the Christian faith. Well. maybe my first grade teacher doesn’t.  :)

As many of you know I co-pastored the Community Baptist Church in Elmendorf, Texas. I was excommunicated from the Church in 1994. Over the past few weeks  people associated with Community Baptist Church have found out about my apostasy. It is amusing to see in the blog server logs all the Google searches from the San Antonio, Texas area. Many of the searchers misspelled my last name, spelling it Gerenscer rather than Gerencser. The server logs provide a perfect illustration of digital gossip. (which I guess is not a sin like verbal gossip is)

The San Antonio gossip led one on the gossipers to a re-post on John Loftus’s blog, Debunking Christianity,  of my post titled My Testimony. This is the comment she, a woman named Cathy,  left:

So the wolf has finally taken off his sheep’s clothes. Took a while.

When the Church excommunicated me in 1994 they declared that I was a publican an heathen. The Bible says:

Moreover if thy brother shall trespass against thee, go and tell him his fault between thee and him alone: if he shall hear thee, thou hast gained thy brother.  But if he will not hear thee, then take with thee one or two more, that in the mouth of two or three witnesses every word may be established. And if he shall neglect to hear them, tell it unto the church: but if he neglect to hear the church, let him be unto thee as an heathen man and a publican. Verily I say unto you, Whatsoever ye shall bind on earth shall be bound in heaven: and whatsoever ye shall loose on earth shall be loosed in heaven.  Again I say unto you, That if two of you shall agree on earth as touching any thing that they shall ask, it shall be done for them of my Father which is in heaven. For where two or three are gathered together in my name, there am I in the midst of them.

My apostasy makes perfect sense to the people in San Antonio. It is simply the full manifestation of what they declared I was in 1994. A publican and a heathen.

But what does this say about them? They were certain it was the will of God for me to be their pastor. Evidently, they were not as discerning as they should have been.  This lack of discernment  has been a common problem for them. Prior to my excommunication they had excommunicated 2 other pastors, and countless Church members.

I was not excommunicated for anything one might consider grounds for being booted out of a Church. No stealing of Church funds or screwing the Church secretary. No trying to foment a Church split. (though I  could have) No deep, dark, secret sins. No, my transgression was that I butted heads with the man who started the Church.  He was bullheaded, arrogant, opinionated, and temperamental……….and so was I. Like two little children we both wanted our own way. Eventually, I decided I no longer wanted to play and I was excommunicated for my refusal to play.

In a Church service akin to a scene from a Catholic Inquisition I was in absentia excommunicated, not only from Community Baptist Church,but from Christianity altogether.

Over the years I tried to resolve the conflict between me and the other pastor. (Pat Horner) He rebuffed every attempt at reconciliation. I saw the conflict as a personal matter. He saw it as a matter between me and the Church and God.

In the eyes of Community Baptist Church I am, and will always remain, a publican and a heathen unless I am willing to come before them groveling admitting my sin. The chance of this happening is about as likely the Cleveland Browns winning the Super Bowl this year.  (0%, for those who don’t follow football)

These days  I am quite enjoying my life as a publican and heathen.

But WAIT………see this proves you have a reprobate mind (Rom 1)

and the myth of Bruce Gerencser continues……….. :)

Pride, You Have It and I Don’t

Since leaving the ministry, leaving the Church, and leaving God I have been accused by Christians of being filled with pride. Before I go further with this post I want to make it very clear that I am capable of being filled with  pride. I know what it is to be so full of Bruce that everyone says “what’s that smell?”

The funny thing is that most often when I am accused of being full of  pride the accuser is using a faulty standard of judgment.

I have been told I write too much about myself on this blog. I use the first person too much.Seemingly lost to such accusers is that this blog is MEANT to be personal. It is meant to be a first person story.  So, if my writing style or the content of my writing is how some Christians determine if I am filled with pride  I guess I will just have to plead guilty as charged.

One of the most intriguing ways some Christians determine if I am filled  pride is to count the number of times I use the words I or me. Evidently if I use I or me too many times that is a sure sign I am filled with pride.

Years ago I wrote a letter to a former Church member about why I was excommunicated from Community Baptist Church. In the letter I tried to explain what I thought the circumstances were that led to my excommunication. I wrote in the first person. I got a response a few weeks later, They told me that they had showed the letter to Pat Horner,the man who I co-pastored the Church with, and they decided I was filled with pride.

How did they determine I was filled with pride?

I used the word I too many times. To prove their point they returned my letter with every use of the word I circled. I felt like I was back in  school and the teacher had handed back my  English paper with all my mistakes circled in red.

37.

10%  of the total number of words.

That’s the pride count in this post.

If Life Begins At Conception

According to anti-abortionists life begins at conception. At the very moment the sperm and egg unite a new life is created. Anti-abortionists are intractable when it comes to their position. Life begins at conception…end of debate.

Let me tell you a story……

This story takes place at the We Make Life Possible Fertility Clinic.

Sue gave birth to a beautiful baby girl through in vitro fertilization. Her baby girl is 1 month old . Sue stopped by the Fertility Clinic to show off her newborn to the Clinic staff.

While Sue was at the clinic a huge explosion rocked the place and the Clinic was engulfed in flames.

John, a pro-life activist, happened to be passing by the clinic when the explosion took place. John went running into the clinic hoping to perhaps save someone from the fire.

John had been to the We Make Possible Life Fertility Clinic before. His wife Mary had problems conceiving and the Clinic was able to help them conceive. Unfortunately, Mary miscarried a few months into the pregnancy.

John knew that the Clinic stores hundreds of fertilized eggs (embryos) in a freezer. As he entered the Clinic is saw Sue and her daughter huddled in a corner trying to get away from the fire. John thought “Surely I should save these two.”

But then John thought for a moment, and he realized that the fire was going to destroy all the frozen embryos. He told Sue and her baby sorry and rushed to the freezer where the frozen embryos were stored.

Through John’s heroic efforts hundreds of frozen embryos were saved,

Sadly, Mary and her newborn daughter died in the blaze.

Who among us would fault John? After all, he acted according to the greater good. Who wouldn’t save 200 lives at the expense of 2 lives.

The above story follows the logic of the life begins at conception viewpoint.  There is no difference between 200 embryos and Sue and her baby.  Life is life. It makes perfect sense for John to save the frozen embryos rather than Sue and her baby. Surely John would be praised for saving the 200 embryos.  If the clinic is unable to reopen perhaps the frozen embryos can be put up for adoption. After all EVERY embryo is a life.

An Inerrant Errant Bible

Wander into any Evangelical Church this Sunday

You will likely find the pastor preaching from the Bible.

Pastor, is the Bible the Word of God?

Yes.

Pastor, is the Bible the truth?

Yes.

Pastor, are there any errors in the Bible?

No

Pastor, is the Bible inspired by God?

Yes.

Hundreds of millions of Christians believe that the Bible (translation) they hold in their hands or hear preached from on Sunday is THE Word of God. They believe every word is true because God inspired breathed out) the words.

Come Monday the pastor retreats to his books, his weekly pastor shoot-the-breeze, or his college alumni meeting and he talks a completely different line.

All of a sudden the Bible is not quite as perfect as the pastor led everyone to believe on Sunday.

In other words……………he lied.

Why did the pastor lie?

To tell the truth would bring  down the Evangelical house of cards. The entire movement is predicated on an inerrant Bible.

An inerrant Bible must be maintained at all costs.

So they obfuscate by playing word games. What do you mean by the word error? What do you mean by the word Bible?

As Bart Ehrman showed in his debate with William Lane Craig the basic question remains…….are there any errors in the Bible?

Any honest pastor, scholar, or theologian must, privately, in a whispering voice, say YES.  In public however they lie and tell Evangelicals at large that YES, the Bible is without error. The Bible is the inerrant, inspired Word of God.

If a pastor can’t be trusted to tell the truth about inerrancy why should he be trusted to tell the truth about anything else?

I Am Who I Am

People pat me on the back for being brave.

They applaud me for standing up.

They wish they had the courage they think I have.

If they only knew…..

I am not as brave as they think I am.

I am not as courageous as they think I am.

I have days like today where I want to crawl into the rabbit hole and be forgotten by foe and friend.

I brought this on…….I have no one to blame but myself.

I could have stayed in the closet.

I could have lived a lie.

Knowing what I know now I don’t condemn anyone for pretending.

Better to be a Christian in name only, wait that’s what most Christians are anyway.

Why couldn’t I have just been an unbelieving preacher?

No one would have been the wiser.

No God to worry about, just people to fool.

That’s easy. Any preacher worth his salt can fool a congregation.

I was a Christian for most of my life.

Living a lie should have come easy for me.

But it didn’t.

Few people give me credit for being honest.

Would they have rather I lived a lie?

Maybe.

It would have made their life easier.

No explaining what happened to the pastor,father, husband, son-in-law, uncle or cousin named Bruce.

I am sorry I have become a problem to explain.

I am sorry my life makes people feel uncomfortable.

You see living openly and authentically matters to me.

When I go to bed at night I want to know that I have been honest with all those I came in contact with.

That’s why I can’t be silent about my agnosticism.

It is who I am.

I am not going to pretend there is a God.

I am not going to pretend I love Jesus or that I go to Church.

I don’t.

Love me, hate me, it is who I am.

I am sorry people are disappointed with me

I am sorry people are worried about my soul.

I know…….they want me to come back to Jesus.

I know….they just want things to be the way they were.

I can’t.

I won’t.

How could I ever live with myself if I stopped living my life authentically?

Do with me what you will.

I am who I am.

Bruce You Need Help

A few years ago a family member told me I needed help. They disapproved of way of living. They didn’t like the trajectory my life was taking.

They have watched my life slowly drift leftward. They have watched me become worldly. They have watched me become a liberal that voted for a negro.

And now………I have lost my faith in God altogether.

I have forsaken all that matters.

After all, only one life, twill soon be past, only what’s done for Christ will last.

I am sure they wish I had gotten help.

I did.

Just not the help they wanted me to get.

I started blogging about my journey.  This put me in contact with other people who were on, or had been on, the same journey as me. I found people who understood, people I could relate to. Wow, there really are people who understand what I am going through. I hope now that I can be a help to others, the same way other people were a help to me when I needed it the most. In many ways this blog saved me. Thanks be to the blog. :)

18 months ago, for the first time in my life, I saw a counselor. Twice a month I see Doctor D. He’s a liberal, a progressive, a kindred spirit. He has helped me in more ways than I can count. It was hard for me to get up enough courage to see him and harder still to speak openly with him about my life.

I found new authors to read. Authors like Bart Ehrman. I found new magazines to subscribe to. I found books and magazines that challenged my worldview and forced me to reexamine my beliefs about God, the Bible, and the afterlife.

I have indeed been helped.

Thank you.

I Am Not Going to Let You Control the Storyline

It’s my life.

I have spent recent days trading emails with Christian family members and friends. Some of them don’t like that I have made them a part of what I write about on this blog. It seems that want me to sanitize or excise their part of  the storyline.

What I write makes them uncomfortable. (even though I never mention them by name) They disagree with my take on matters, and since they are fundamentalists there can be no doubt as to who is right.

All I know is that I have experienced what I have experienced. I saw what I saw.  I heard what I heard. I know that perception is reality.  I know I could be wrong or my view could be skewed. I am well aware of my frailties.

As I talked with several of my children about this the other day I realized that my experiences are not theirs. They see some things differently than I do

Most of the emails I have answered this week have come from younger members of the family. I am 12-25 years older than them. They have difficulty understanding some things because they haven’t experienced the same things I have.  If I told them that a noted member of the family physically assaulted a family member years ago they would not believe I was telling the truth. From their vantage point such a thing could not have happened. But it did. I was there when It happened. 1983 was the year.

Part of the problem is that we only see some of our extended family once every year or two. They no longer know us and we no longer know them. When we are together we rarely make any attempt to know each other any better. (and I am just as guilty as they are) Discussions are perfunctory and polite. Even with my wife’s parents, we only seen them about 4 times a year. My wife talks to them on the phone every week, but we know very little about their day to day life and they know very little about ours.

Every once in awhile something major happens. There is a blow-up. An “event”. Since we don’t see our extended family very often the “events” become more prominent in our minds. We tend to then judge them by the “event” rather than by the totality of their lives.

I have been married 32 years. Our marriage is far from perfect.  Believe me , we have had some “events”. We have had some same time, next year “events”. But, we don’t judge one another by the “events” in our lives. Why? Because we have a 32 year history with each other. When the “event” is judged in the context of our 32 year history it looks very different than it does when we only have a limited history with someone.

This blog puts me in somewhat of a difficult place with family. They can come to here and read everything I have written.  They assume , that once they have read my blog, they can then “know me”. They then feel they have the right to make judgments about me, about my spiritual or emotional state, or the things I believe. At best, this blog is a partial picture of who and what I am. Readers only see what I let them see.

What’s interesting is that a lot of people who react negatively to me do so based on “reading” my blog. Yet, when I check the site logs to see what they  actually read I often find out they actually only read a few blog posts. Even after I point them to the personal section of my blog many of them never bother to take the time to read the posts in that category. In other words, they are staying true to the fundamentalist credo….”My mind is made up, don’t confuse with the facts.”  As the one fundamentalist preacher told me “now we know the REAL Bruce Gerencser.” No you don’t.

I refuse to surrender the storyline of my life. It’s my life. To the degree that someone is a part of my life they are going to be a part of my storyline. Warning: Never be friends with a writer.  :)   The same could be said of a boyfriend of Taylor Swift getting upset that she wrote a song  about him after they broke up. Dude….she’s a song writer and that’s what song writer’s do.

I write.

That’s what I do.

Now What?

God is dead.

And I am alive.

The Bible gathers dust on the shelf.

Now what?

No God to obey.

No Holy Spirit to teach me.

No Jesus to follow.

Now what?

A life now free of bondage.

A life now free of thou shalt and thou shalt not.

No demands of fidelity or worship.

Now what?

I am free.

I mean really free.

Free to choose.

Now what?

Suffering.

War.

Disease.

Now what?

The challenge every unbeliever faces is how to best live their life now that there is no God to please, worship, or serve.

Now what?

Since this life is all we have, how then shall we live?

Dare we turn a deaf ear and a blind eye to the travail of our fellow human?

Dare we ignore the degradation of our planet?

Every unbeliever must face the question, now what?

No god is needed to live a passionate, authentic life.

Now what?

A life that matters.