Ichthus77 wrote:Avoiding tangents (*ahem* faith=trust, faith=/=blind *ahem*)
Shrunk--It is not an argument for divine miracle and I never said it was. It is an argument for the authenticity/historicity of the events involved in the undesigned coincidences. It's a cumulative case. Check this video out. A very lively lecture including statistical analysis of the people, place and plant names used in the Gospels and the undesigned coincidences surrounding the feeding of the 5,000. I like how Dr. Williams points out that the authors of the Gospels, rather than being either bumbling idiots or clever conspirators, more likely were just telling things the way they remember them happening.
[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r5Ylt1pBMm8[/youtube]
As for the "undesigned discrepancies" (
Moonwatcher) -- the great majority of apparent discrepancies I've come across are easily dealt with, and I've not met with one that was completely unresolvable or a deal-breaker. Still...what you are saying is a red herring and
does not address the undesigned coincidences.
Time again for me to resign.
You do that a lot.
You are talking about an era when Christianity was a new community. There is an abundance of evidence, indeed the majority of scholars by far agree, that Matthew and Luke are derived from Mark. Indeed there is the view that Mark was derived from previous documents. This has to do with a lot of things. What I remember is sequences of similar events repeated over and over. But for purposes of this discussion, all that matters is that each author in this community simply knew about and had access to copies of what the previous ones had done. Your counter-argument seems to be that there is no proof of this, only conjecture. Your point is? That there is a completely rational and simple explanation for this but in light of the fact that there is no way to absolutely prove it, therefore divine inspiration of some sort minus any proof? This smacks of, "If your theory cannot be proven beyond a doubt, mine is automatically true."
Further, IF your goal is to argue some sort of divine inspiration, discrepancies assuredly do matter. There was a time when I sought out commentary after commentary to explain away discrepancies but I wasn't willingly to accept non-answers.
27When morning came, all the chief priests and the elders of the people conferred together against Jesus in order to bring about his death. 2They bound him, led him away, and handed him over to Pilate the governor.
3 When Judas, his betrayer, saw that Jesus* was condemned, he repented and brought back the thirty pieces of silver to the chief priests and the elders. 4He said, ‘I have sinned by betraying innocent* blood.’ But they said, ‘What is that to us? See to it yourself.’ 5Throwing down the pieces of silver in the temple, he departed; and he went and hanged himself. 6But the chief priests, taking the pieces of silver, said, ‘It is not lawful to put them into the treasury, since they are blood money.’ 7After conferring together, they used them to buy the potter’s field as a place to bury foreigners. 8For this reason that field has been called the Field of Blood to this day. 9Then was fulfilled what had been spoken through the prophet Jeremiah,* ‘And they took* the thirty pieces of silver, the price of the one on whom a price had been set,* on whom some of the people of Israel had set a price, 10and they gave* them for the potter’s field, as the Lord commanded me.’
15 In those days Peter stood up among the believers* (together the crowd numbered about one hundred and twenty people) and said, 16‘Friends,* the scripture had to be fulfilled, which the Holy Spirit through David foretold concerning Judas, who became a guide for those who arrested Jesus— 17for he was numbered among us and was allotted his share in this ministry.’ 18(Now this man acquired a field with the reward of his wickedness; and falling headlong,* he burst open in the middle and all his bowels gushed out. 19This became known to all the residents of Jerusalem, so that the field was called in their language Hakeldama, that is, Field of Blood.)
Ah, so let's see. He flung the silver coins into the courtyard, refusing them and went out and hung himself. The priests then bought the field with the money.
No but wait. He accepted the "reward for his wickedness" and bought the field himself.
Oh wait, wait. I know. First he turned down the money and went out to hang himself but then there's the part that isn't mentioned. He changed his mind and went back to get the money from the priests who were on their way to buy the field and got the money and bought the field. Then he hung himself but the branch was weak and it snapped and he fell headlong and his guts gushed out. Then the priests picked up the silver coins and used them to but the field.
Therefore, he hung himself and fell headlong.
He bought the field but the priests bought the field.
He accepted the coins but he turned them down.
He felt remorse but he didn't feel remorse.
Gosh, no contradictions there at all with just a few simple, easy to believe mental gymnastics. What is the matter with those unbelievers? They will go so far to try to insist there are contradictions where none exist.
Oh I know, I know. I'm deviating from your carefully constructed tunnel vision argument by intruding reality into it. You have to resign again or perform some mental gymnastics.
Edit: Ah, I see above you say it's not an argument for inspiration but only for some sort of historical authenticity to events described. The problem is that these stories are being recorded decades after the fact by people who were not witnesses after the story had those decades to grow in the telling and told in an era when things were not turning out as planned.
Aside from that, I'm not in "the camp" that denies there is any historical basis to the Gospels though there is no sure way to determine what might or might not be authentic at all or to what degree.
We're holograms projected by a scientist riding on the back of an elephant in a garden imagined by a goose in a snow globe on the mantel of a fireplace imagined in a book in the dreams of a child sleeping in his mother's lap.