A Plea for Realism: The Version Debate Lives On, Part 1

Borrowing from the subtitle of Don Carson’s The King James Version Debate, I would like to make one more “plea for realism” in the midst of the ongoing and often impassioned version debates.  I recognize that this issue is a matter over which genuine believers sincerely differ and that the reasons for such often strongly-held differences include denominational and/or local church traditions, historical biases, stylistic preferences, and theological presuppositions, among others.  Unfortunately, these differences have at times resulted in bitter controversy, vitriolic polemics and unwarranted division.

While embracing a single version to the exclusion of all others was not historically a test of orthodoxy or even a watershed issue within historical fundamentalism, I continue to be mystified (and saddened) by those who want to make it a litmus test for fellowship.  Having come out of a strong KJV-only heritage myself, I am well aware of the arguments and emotions that fuel the debate.  While I would like to think that we will eventually get beyond this impasse, virtually every semester, I find myself drawn into a discussion with a “concerned” pastor or prospective student whose first question is ‘what version or Greek text do you use in the classroom?’  Whereas I certainly respect another believer’s preference for a particular version, I am troubled when that preference becomes the measuring stick for evaluating the spiritual condition of other believers, churches, or institutions.  While I am not so naive to think that this three-part blog posting will persuade those deeply entrenched in a particular tradition, I would like to take this opportunity to state the position of Calvary Baptist Seminary and express my heartfelt desire that a spirit of Christian grace and forbearance might characterize the ongoing discussion.

Both individually and as an institution, we affirm that God has uniquely revealed Himself to mankind through His Word, the Bible.  In its entirety, the sixty-six canonical books of Scripture, comprised of the thirty-nine books of the Old Testament and the twenty-seven books of the New, constitute God’s complete and authoritative written Word.  We further assert that the original manuscripts (the autographs) are God-breathed (2 Tim 3:16) and therefore infallible and inerrant in every respect.  That is, we affirm verbal, plenary inspiration.  Moreover, while certainly applying to matters of faith and practice, we hold that inerrancy, extends to any area to which the Bible speaks, including those of history and science.  As the Bible is God’s record concerning Himself, His creation, and His working through redemptive-history, His Word is the authoritative guide by which His people are to live and by which all of humanity will ultimately be judged.  We reject the notion of inspiration or authoritative status for any non- or extra-canonical work such as the Apocrypha or Pseudepigrapha.

We believe that God has preserved His Word through the ages in a variety of languages and translations and that no single version or translation tradition is the exclusive repository of God’s Word.  (We are not suggesting by this that all versions are equally valid or accurate, a point to which we will return later).  Moreover, the defining and critical terms “inspiration” and “inerrancy,” in their strict technical usage, are limited to the original manuscripts (or autographs). Yet, to the degree that a particular version accurately translates the words and faithfully conveys the message of the autographs, one can rightly speak of that translation as the Word of God.  In the next postings, I will address two key issues involved in the version question, namely, the nature of the text and the nature of the translation.

The First Thanksgiving Proclamation-June 20, 1676

The Holy God having by a long and Continual Series of his Afflictive dispensations in and by the present Warr with the Heathen Natives of this land, written and brought to pass bitter things against his own Covenant people in this wilderness, yet so that we evidently discern that in the midst of his judgements he hath remembered mercy, having remembered his Footstool in the day of his sore displeasure against us for our sins, with many singular Intimations of his Fatherly Compassion, and regard; reserving many of our Towns from Desolation Threatened, and attempted by the Enemy, and giving us especially of late with many of our Confederates many signal Advantages against them, without such Disadvantage to ourselves as formerly we have been sensible of, if it be the Lord’s mercy that we are not consumed,

It certainly bespeaks our positive Thankfulness, when our Enemies are in any measure disappointed or destroyed; and fearing the Lord should take notice under so many Intimations of his returning mercy, we should be found an Insensible people, as not standing before Him with Thanksgiving, as well as lading him with our Complaints in the time of pressing Afflictions:

The Council has thought meet to appoint and set apart the 29th day of this instant June, as a day of Solemn Thanksgiving and praise to God for such his Goodness and Favour, many Particulars of which mercy might be Instanced, but we doubt not those who are sensible of God’s Afflictions, have been as diligent to espy him returning to us; and that the Lord may behold us as a People offering Praise and thereby glorifying Him; the Council doth commend it to the Respective Ministers, Elders and people of this Jurisdiction; Solemnly and seriously to keep the same Beseeching that being perswaded by the mercies of God we may all, even this whole people offer up our bodies and soulds as a living and acceptable Service unto God by Jesus Christ.

How shall they hear without a preacher?: Through a Ukrainian window

Today’s wonderings and wanderings were actually written several years ago during a teaching mission to Kiev, Ukraine.  I was reminded of these thoughts as I was wandering through my computer files this week.

Through A Ukrainian Window

Heel toe, heel toe;

On the sidewalk down below.

Silent figures cold and gray

Through the sunless dawn;

Off to work at break of day,

Tread along on and on and on.

Heel toe, heel toe;

On the sidewalk down below.

Workers dressed in grays and browns

Walking on their way to town.

Slosh and jostle, never speak;

As I through my window peek.

Heel toe, heel toe;

On the sidewalk down below.

No need of clock or rooster call.

No need of sunshine’s bright embrace.

Each morning stirred from sleep’s slow crawl,

By the murmured shuffling of their pace.

Heel toe, heel toe;

On the sidewalk down below.

From bedroom window thinly veiled,

I watch each morning in the dew;

Silent masses without fail,

Pass me by each day anew.

Heel toe, heel toe;

On the sidewalk down below.

Shadow figures in the night,

Pass in silence left and right.

I see no smiles, I hear no cheer.

They pass below so far — so near.

Heel toe, heel toe;

On the sidewalk down below.

Marchers silent as they pass.

Eyes with penetrating stare.

Mouths locked in wordless cast.

Is there no joy for them to share?

Heel toe, heel toe;

On the sidewalk down below.

Separated by so little space,

From window’s pane to silent race.

Yet a measure too great to span;

Language separates man from man.

Heel toe, heel toe;

On the sidewalk down below.

“How shall they hear,” the preacher said,

“About our Savior who has bled?”

“Who gave Himself for them to die!”

But in silence — they pass me by.

Heel toe, heel toe;

On the sidewalk down below.

Chuck McLain