Introducing…Skeptical Sunday

Cover Of The Upcoming Issue of SKEPTIC magazine

I’ve decided to start a semi-regular feature here at nicolecushing.com, Skeptical Sunday.  While church-goers are in their pews, the rest of us can get together and cast a skeptical eye on some particularly notable or outrageous  article making claims that lack support. Here’s a brief orientation before we get started.

What Is Skepticism?

I’m no authority on this, but — to the best of my understanding — skepticism is a view of the world that highly values critical thinking in general and the scientific method, in particular.

One of the best known Skeptics out there right now is Michael Shermer of The Skeptics Society.  He’s a fairly high profile guy, and you can find him on Youtube, debating Deepok Chopra or being cast into the fires of Hell by Mr. Deity.

The Skeptic Society web site describes Skepticism this way:

“Skepticism is a provisional approach to claims. It is the application of reason to any and all ideas — no sacred cows allowed. In other words, skepticism is a method, not a position. Ideally, skeptics do not go into an investigation closed to the possibility that a phenomenon might be real or that a claim might be true. When we say we are “skeptical,” we mean that we must see compelling evidence before we believe.”

Skeptics are known for debunking everything from astrology and other New Age beliefs to orthodox Christianity (and everything in-between).

Skeptics are frequent collaborators with atheists and agnostics.  At the present time, I’m practically an atheist.  But I’m certainly a skeptic.

Why Bother “Stepping Into” This Mess?

People tell me that I’m shy.  Sometimes people even use the phrase “painfully shy”.  It follows that I’m a little hesitant to talk about my skepticism on my blog.  I’ve almost-always thought that religion (and therefore the lack of religion) was a private matter.   Moreover, I have many dear friends who count themselves as believers:  some in a-more-0r-less orthodox interpretation of Christianity, others in a more unconventional way, who see themselves as “spiritual but not religious”.  The last thing I want to do is alienate them or hurt their feelings.

I hope they don’t take any of this personally.

I’m also aware that some of the likely targets for Skeptical Sunday are easy marks.  Sometimes, the whole exercise is going to seem unsporting — like shooting fish in a barrel.

But the fact is, “the other side” of this debate has long ago taken off the kid gloves and went public with their thoughts and feelings about this.  In fact, most organized religions see promotion of (and conversion of others to) the faith as one of their duties.

I have no interest in converting others to skepticism.  But I — like Penn & Teller, or the Mythbusters team — do feel a stake in calling “Bullshit!” when I see it.  Particularly when that bullshit hurts people directly (by popularizing prejudice against gay, lesbian, bisexual, and transgender people, sending airplanes into skyscrapers, or  polluting childrens’ minds with pseudo-scientific quackery) or indirectly (by encouraging people to mistrust their own thoughts and feelings and submit their intellect, will, and actions to the authority of an invisible genie in the sky).

Silence implies consent.   So, I can no longer be silent.

Skeptical Sunday #1:  Critique of the Article “Atheist Become  Apologist” (a profile of Christian apologist Alister McGrath)

Like any good conversion story, this one begins by describing the dire straits our friend Mr. McGrath was in prior to his conversion.  His was a “dismal” world of “radical” atheism, “a world that lacked meaning and purpose” (cue the violins).

Perhaps that is how Mr. McGrath saw his situation prior to his conversion, but it’s certainly not how I see my situation.  To me, atheism is neither “dismal”, “radical”, or suggesting a world lacking in meaning and purpose.

To the contrary, what is more “radical” than literally believing that an obscure itinerant preacher from first century occupied Judea  rose from the dead, is now invisible, and intercedes on your behalf if you close your eyes and think hard enough?  What lacks meaning more  than taking a place among a congregation of “sheep”, bleating out a creed that was cobbled together through negotiation among a group of men who still thought the sun revolved around a flat earth?

I find great meaning in the processes of learning, reading, and writing.  It’s not an inherited meaning.  It’s meaning that I make.  For more about “meaning making”, see the book The Atheist’s Way:  Living Well Without Gods by Eric Maisel.

But I digress, we’ve barely gotten into the introduction of the article and already made quite a ruckus.  :)

The article continues on the wayward path our hero traveled before finding faith:

“He was smug and knew he was superior,and what happened was that he learned about the philosophy and history of scientific study.  What he learned was that explanation is what science offers but it cannot explain everything, and that it operates on certain bases that cannot be surrendered — and neither can they tell the whole story…”

Wow.  It’s like…”Who farted?”  Where do I even begin?

We’ll chalk up the “smug” and “superior” comments up to ad hominem  attack.  There’s no supporting evidence provided here to demonstrate that McGrath was really “smug” and “superior” — and of course, such designations are generally subjective and unhelpful, anyway.

But let’s take the meat of this section — “explanation is what science offers but it cannot explain everything….(it can’t) tell the whole story.”

Scientists could take issue with the idea that “explanation” is what science offers.  It could be said that science offers description, rather than explanation.  Or, at least, that any explanations offered are based on probabilities rather than certainties.  The scientific community is, in general, tentative and conservative — always couching their conclusions as provisional and open to reasonable debate.

But putting that aside, the real point to take objection to here is the idea that everything must be explained, and that science doesn’t explain everything, so therefore science must be joined with “something else” (enter the Trojan Horse of religion) to truly understand the world .

This clunky syllogism reveals the inability or unwillingness of the Christian mind to tolerate the ambiguity of not knowing.   It leads to what Neil deGrasse Tyson calls “The God Of The Gaps” — of human beings inserting God in at the limits of their knowledge.  Good men have done this.  Newton even did it.  But we should know better now.  For a fantastic explanation of “The God of The Gaps”, see Tyson’s seminal lecture about this on Youtube.

The article goes on to say that Mr. McGrath “learned that atheism is itself is a belief system”

I’d argue atheism isn’t based so much on belief as it is on data.  “God” has repeatedly been dethroned as an explanation for phenomenon in the universe (see the aforementioned talk by Dr. Tyson).  Religion has been proven wrong more times than Lindsay Lohan’s defense attorney.  Coming to see that doesn’t take “belief”, all it takes are open eyes and an open mind.

And then there’s this charge that  atheists fail “to understand the Christian concept of God.  Dawkins thinks of God as an ‘entity’ in almost empirical terms and here’s why:  he argues that empirical data do not exist for God.  Therefore, God doesn’t exist.  But what this shows is:

God can’t be shown by empirical sciences; therefore, God doesn’t exist.  But this proves not that God does not exist but that God cannot be proved by empirical sciences or that God is not empirical, which is just what Christians do believe; that God is not one of us but outside of empirical reality.”

So the absence of evidence is claimed as evidence itself!  How sad it is that a man with a brilliant mind undergoes such intellectual contortion to arrive at this conclusion.  The only way orthodox Christians can win this argument is by  making God a refugee from “empirical” reality and giving him a realm that is literally impervious to reason and observation.

I have another name for this sanctuary outside of empirical reality:  fantasy.

There’s lots of other nonsense in this article, about how “science is not enough”, and “Christian faith goes where science cannot go”.

Certainly, Christian faith arrives at conclusions that science doesn’t arrive at.  Many of those conclusions may result in some emotional benefit to the people who believe them.  Many of those conclusions may result in emotional problems for the people who believe them.  But Christian faith goes places that Christians would rather go.

Just because Christians want to go there, though, doesn’t mean they should.  In other words, sure, there’s “something extra” added to a worldview that incorporates faith of any sort (Christian or otherwise).  Something that science doesn’t provide.  The real question is:  is that “something extra” of any value?  Is it a gift or an albatross?

I think you know my answer.



No Heroes, No Saints, No Leaders, No Gurus — Just Us

  • “If you have a hero, look again.  You have probably diminished yourself in some way.”

– Sheldon Kopp, from his book,  If You Meet The Buddha On The Road, Kill Him

  • “He must increase, but I must decrease…He who comes from heaven is above all.”

John 3:30-31 (King James Version)

  • “Deutschland, Deutschland, uber alles,”  (“Germany, Germany above all”)

Former First Line of the German National Anthem (No longer in use)

What do mainstream churches, fashion designers, appliance salespeople, cults, military recruiters, elected officials, New Age gurus, the “legit” drug companies, the diet pill industry, entertainment sell-ebrities and Dr. Phil all have in common?

They’re all peddlers.

They may seem to be peddling different products, but they’re not.  They may seem to be using vastly different language, but they’re not.  They’re all peddling “answers”.  They’re all peddling ways to make themselves increase, and you (or, at least, your bank account) decrease.  They’re all peddling a break from feelings of confusion,ambiguity, and isolation that, at times, can come from confronting the burden of responsibility to make one’s own way in the world.

And in the course of their peddling, a very common sales pitch is used by all peddlers.  It goes something like this.

Part One:  Creating (In You) A Perception of Need (Preferably urgent need, in response to events spun as catastrophe)

In this stage, the peddler convinces you that you are much more flawed than your peers.  Messed up.  “Less than” everyone else.  Unprepared, and possibly at risk for attack/invasion/and end to your “way of life”.  Sick.  Dysfunctional.  Poor.  Alone.  Overweight.  Excluded from eternal happiness, destined (indeed, “damned” to eternal suffering).

Thus, the Jack Chick gospel tract and the supermarket magazine selling airbrushed ideals of impossibly thin women are (in essence) the same thing.

Both aim to convince  you that you are not good enough as-is, and that you need fixing.

Part Two:  Creating A Perception of Their Competence To Meet The Perceived Need

In this stage, the peddler convinces you that they have (or, at least, have access to) the material or spiritual object that will fulfill your alleged need and put you on an equal footing with your peers.  Included, not excluded.

Part Three:  You Are Temporarily Sated.

You feel well, because you suspect you should be doing better since you are following the lead of the dispenser of health and/or material/spiritual well-being.  At the very least, you have a sense of kinship or cohesion with the group of other customers who have purchased the services of your peddler.  You and all the other customers of your peddler are okay, are the “in group”.  Outsiders who did not have the wisdom of becoming customers to your peddler are the “out group”.

Part Four:  You share the “good news” about Jesus/Deepak Chopra/Sarah Palin/Scientology/Barack Obama/Thich Nhat Hanh/Fancy Yoga Retreat with others (or, perhaps more concisely put, you repeat Part One, only this time with yourself as the peddler!)

Of course, there are times in life when we need to consult people who have answers we don’t.   But I’ve always been a bit of a skeptic, at heart.  Even if someone has a good answer on one topic, it doesn’t mean that they have the answers to everything.  And most people and institutions peddling answers aren’t content to admit that they (at best) have only a partial grasp of the truth, because such an admission would only serve to weaken the customer’s brand loyalty.

I’m not advocating that we not make any purchases at all in the marketplace I’ve just described, but rather that we only do so after kicking the tires and looking under the hood.  That we continue to question the wisdom of our sales, because each transaction exacts a piece of ourselves.

Following up on the car analogy, Carl Sagan* put it this way:

“If we have an emotional stake in the answers, if we want badly enough to believe, and if it is important to know the truth, then nothing other than a committed, skeptical scrutiny is required.  It is not very different from buying a used car.  When you buy a used car, it is insufficient to remember that you badly need a car.  After all, it has to work.  It is insufficient to say that the used-car salesman is a friendly fellow.  What you generally do is you kick the tires, you look at the odometer, you open up the hood.  If you do not feel yourself expert in automobile engines, you bring a friend who is.  And you do this for something as unimportant as an automobile.  But on issues of the transcendent, of ethics and morals, of the origin of the world, of the nature of human beings, on those issues should be not insist upon at least equally skeptical scrutiny?”

*In The Varieties Of Scientific Experience:  A Personal View Of The Search For God

(Author’s note:  I make no pretense of having any sort of grasp on capital-T truth.  I’m just searching — aspiring to follow capital-T Truth around wherever it happens to meander.  I welcome any and all polite discussion.)

(Bionic Cow) Papal Visit to Mo*Con

Having a blast here at Mo*Con .  Last evening was dinner, open-mic readings, and Maurice Broaddus’ birthday party.   Today will bring panels on faith (or perhaps better put, the lack thereof) as it relates to speculative fiction.

I’ll be blogging more about this fantastic little con in the next few days, but for starters I thought I’d post a few pictures from my reading.  Behold, Bionic Cow Pope!

This Day In Bizarro History: Talk Like a Pirate Day

On this date, in a year we do not know, the ex-wife of Mark Summers (aka, “Cap’n Slappy”, inventor of “Talk Like A Pirate Day” ) was born.  So the Cap’n chose this date, back in 1995, to inaugurate this splendid festival.

Unlike many other, older holidays (the origins of which are shrouded in mystery), the beginnings of “Talk Like A Pirate Day” are relatively well-known.  What wikipedia tells us is this:  Summers and his friend John Baur (aka, “Ol’ Chumbucket”) were competing in a grueling racketball match.  When one of the men let out a raucous “arrrggghh” during the match, they realized they were onto something and thought everyone should be encouraged to join into the fun.

Who knew pirates played racketball?

Anyway, the date of the match was actually June 6.  But, that was the anniversary of the D-Day Invasion of Normany (an event which, if my history is correct, no pirates had a hand in).  So, they changed it to a date which they knew that they’d remember:  the birthdate of Summer’s ex-wife.

No word on whether the divorce happened before or after Summers decided to designate the woman’s birthday “Talk Like A Pirate Day”.

This year, there’s quite a complication with Talk Like A Pirate Day, actually, as it falls at the same time as the Jewish High Holy Day of Rosh Hashanah.  One can only imagine the implications for services at temples and synogogues everywhere for those who observe both traditions (for example, for Jewish men, the delicate question is, which goes on top, the yamulke or the pirate hat?  And what does it sound like to hear the beautiful Jewish services spoken and sung like…pirates?).

Thank goodness Talk Like A Pirate Day never falls close to Christmas.  I can’t imagine the midwestern drawl of the folks at my church telling the story of the savior’s birth whilst hopping around on a fake pegleg and substituting an “Argggghh” for each “Amen”.

Fun Pirate Links To Help You Celebrate The Day
Monty Python’s Flying Circus:  Football (Soccer) Match Between Gynecologists and Long John Silver Impersonators (starts at about 1:50 into the clip)

The Official Talk Like A Pirate Web Site

The Talk Like A Pirate Day Wikipedia Page

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