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    Rumors of Another World: What on Earth Are We Missing?
    Rumors of Another World: What on Earth Are We Missing?
    Rumors of Another World: What on Earth Are We Missing?
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    Rumors of Another World: What on Earth Are We Missing?

    By Philip Yancey

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    • Christianity

    • Human Nature

    • Morality

    • Faith

    • Spirituality

    • Power of Love

    • Fall From Grace

    • Power of Redemption

    • Mentor

    • Chosen One

    • Quest

    • Journey

    • Sacrifice

    • Hero's Journey

    • Transformation

    • Grace

    • Love

    • Sin

    • Forgiveness

    • Spirituality & Religion

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    What on earth are we missing? Philip Yancey believes we are missing the supernatural hidden in everyday life.In Rumors of Another World, Yancey investigates the natural world and discovers the supernatural hiding in plain view. He grapples with why God made the world and what our role truly is, and seeks to answer the question, “How do I live in the natural world while expressing the values of the supernatural?”Philip writes, “I have come to understand faith as the highest form of integrated encounter. Faith puts together, assembles, re-orders, accepting the entire world as God’s handiwork. We live among clues, like rescuers sifting through pieces of stained glass shattered by a bomb, and only with a blueprint or some memory of original design can we begin to connect the shards, to assemble them into a pattern that makes sense of our world.“Nature and supernature are not two separate worlds, but different expressions of the same reality. To encounter the world as a whole, we need a more supernatural awareness of the natural world.”Yancey invites readers to join him on a journey of discovery. He challenges us to tune into “rumors of another world,” and connect the seen with the unseen. He promises that the grace-filled result will be a life of beauty, purpose, freedom, and faith.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherZondervan
    Release dateMay 18, 2009
    ISBN9780310565963
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    Philip Yancey

    Philip Yancey es periodista, autor de varios éxitos de librería y conferencista. Sus más de veinte libros son conocidos por su honestidad, profundas búsquedas en torno a la fe cristiana, especialmente en lo que concierne a interrogantes y dilemas personales. Millones de ávidos lectores lo consideran como un compañero confiable en la búsqueda de una fe que importe. Philip y su esposa Janet viven en Colorado.

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      My favourite book on my faith.

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    • 4/5
      Although I still enjoy anything that Yancey puts out, I wonder if some of them are starting to run together or the things I read are just running together. There is always good insight and usually a lot of good references to other books, however, so I still see worth in continuing to read his books. This one does a good job of putting some good perspective into place and realizing that our lens is often limited.

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    • 4/5
      Frustratin'! That is becoming my default reaction to you, Mr. Yancey. You'll be talking about, I dunno, lust (I dunno), and you'll be so eloquent about the necessity of relationships and the brutalizing nature of casual sex and I'll be all "What ARE we doing?" and then you'll ruin it all by going ". . . and THAT's why sex needs to be marital." Like, a relationship doesn't mean anything otherwise? Like the human craving for something higher leads inevitably to a Christian God? I know, I know, "I believe because it's absurd," but it's frustrating when your line of argument is usually so cogent and then gets all namby-pamby when it comes time to close that last gap. I can understand the leap of faith, but I can't understand doing all the hard logical slogging to get you there. Why not just leap, and take Jesus for what you can, and the rest be damned? When you do that, Phil, you get whimsical, and your tossed-off whimsical ideas about God are your best ones.

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    Rumors of Another World - Philip Yancey

    PART ONE

    p1

    Every ant knows the formula of its ant-hill,

    every bee knows the formula of its beehive.

    They know it in their own way, not in our way.

    Only humankind does not know its formula.

    FYODOR DOSTOYEVSKY

    CHAPTER ONE

    life in part

    The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead: his eyes are closed.

    ALBERT EINSTEIN

    More than ten million people in Europe and Asia have viewed a remarkable exhibition known as Body Worlds. A German professor invented a vacuum process called plastination, which replaces individual cells of the human body with brightly colored resins and epoxies, much as minerals replace the cells of trees in a petrified forest. As a result, he can preserve a human body, whole or stripped away to reveal its inner parts, and display the cadaver in an eerily lifelike pose.

    I visited Body Worlds in a warehouse art gallery in London after an overnight flight from my home in Colorado. I was feeling the effects of jet lag until, on entering the gallery, I encountered the exhibition’s signature piece: a man all muscles, tendons, and ligaments, his face peeled like a grape, with the entire rubbery organ of skin, flayed and intact, draped over his arm like a raincoat. Sleepiness immediately gave way to a morbid fascination.

    For the next two hours I shuffled past the sixty preserved bodies artfully arranged among palm trees and educational displays. I saw a woman eight months pregnant, reclining as if on a couch, her insides opened to reveal the fetus resting head-down inside. Skinned athletes — a runner, swordsman, swimmer, and basketball player — assumed their normal poses to demonstrate the wonders of the skeletal and muscular systems. A chess player sat intently at a chessboard, his back stripped to the nerves of his spinal cord and his skull removed to reveal the brain.

    One display hung the pink organs of the digestive system on a wire frame, descending from the tongue down to the stomach, liver, pancreas, intestines, and colon. A placard mentioned five million glands employed for digestion, and I could not help thinking of the combination of cured salmon, cinnamon rolls, yogurt, and fish and chips — sloshed together with at least a quart of airline coffee — challenging those glands inside me at that moment. Moving on, I learned that babies have no kneecaps at birth, that the body’s total volume of blood filters through the kidneys every four minutes, that brain cells die if deprived of oxygen for even ten seconds. I viewed a liver shrunken from alcohol abuse, a tiny spot of cancer in a breast, globs of plaque clinging to the walls of arteries, lungs black from cigarette smoke, a urethra squeezed by an enlarged prostate gland.

    When not observing the plastinated bodies, I observed the people observing the plastinated bodies. A young girl wearing all black, her midriff bare, with orange hair and a lip ring, roses tattooed on her arm, alert to all live bodies but barely noticing the preserved ones. A Japanese woman in a flowered silk dress and straw hat with matching straw platform shoes, very proper, staring impassively at each exhibit. A doctor ostentatiously showing off his knowledge to a beautiful young companion twenty years his junior. A know-it-all college student in a jogging suit explaining wrongly to his girlfriend that of course, the right brain controls speech. Silent people pressing plastic audio wands to their ears, marching on cue like zombies from one display to the next.

    The sharp scent of curry drifted in from outdoors, along with the throb of hip-hop music. Local merchants, sponsoring a curry festival, had blocked off several streets for bands and dancing. I moved to a window and watched the impromptu block party. Outside the gallery, life; inside, the plastinated residue of life.

    Wherever Body Worlds had opened, in places like Switzerland and Korea, organized protests had followed, and the exhibition had papered one wall with news accounts of the demonstrations. Protesters believed that it affronted human dignity to take someone like a grandmother, with a family and home and name and maybe even an eternal destiny, and dissect and plastinate her, then put her on display for gawking tourists.

    In response, Professor Gunther von Hagens had posted a vigorous statement defending his exhibition. He explained that the cadavers/persons had before death voluntarily signed over their bodies for precisely this purpose. Indeed, he had a waiting list of thousands of prospective donors. He credited Christianity as being the religion most tolerant of this line of scientific research and included a brief history of the church and medicine. Bizarrely, the exhibition ended with two splayed corpses, all muscles and bones and bulging eyes, kneeling before a cross.

    That groggy afternoon at Body Worlds highlighted for me two distinct ways of looking at the world. One takes apart while the other seeks to connect and put together. We live in an age that excels at the first and falters at the second.

    The cadavers, dissected to expose bones, nerves, muscles, tendons, ligaments, blood vessels, and internal organs, demonstrate our ability to break something down — in this case, the human being — into its constituent parts. We are reductionistic, say the scientists, and therein lies the secret to advances in learning. We can reduce complex systems like the solar system, global weather patterns, and the human body into simpler parts in order to understand how things work.*

    The recent digital revolution is a triumph of the reducers, for computers work by reducing information all the way down to a 1 or a 0. Nearly every day a friend sends me jokes by email. Today, I got a list of questions to ponder, including these: Why is abbreviated such a long word? Why is the time of day with the slowest traffic called rush hour? Why isn’t there mouse-flavored cat food? People with too much time on their hands come up with these jokes, type them into a computer, and post them electronically for the amusement of the rest of the world.

    I think of all the steps involved. The jokester’s computer registers a series of keystrokes, translates them into binary bits of data, and records them magnetically as a file on a hard disk. Later, communications software retrieves that file and translates it into a sequential code, which it sends over a modem or broadband line to a computer server sitting in an isolated room. Some user plucks the joke for the day from the server, imports it to a home computer, and forwards it to a list of email contacts. The cycle goes on and on, with bits of joke data streaming over phone lines and wireless signals, even bouncing off satellites, until at last I log onto the Internet and download my friend’s attempt to bring a smile to my face.

    Masters of the art, we can reduce not just jokes but literature and music and photographs and movies into digital bits and broadcast them around the world in seconds. On the ski slopes of Colorado I meet Australians who email snapshots of their ski vacation back to friends and family every night. A few minutes on an Internet site will let me search and locate any word in Shakespeare or view the artwork hanging in the Louvre museum.

    Have we, though, progressed in creating content that others will someday want to store and retrieve? Does our art match that of the Impressionists, our literature compare with the Elizabethans’, our music improve on Bach or Beethoven? In most cases, taking apart what exists proves easier than creating what does not yet exist. Think of the best artificial hands, built with state-of-the-art technology, yet clumsy and mechanical in their motion compared to the human body’s.

    School textbooks used to report that the chemicals constituting the human body could be bought by catalog for eighty-nine cents, which of course does nothing to explain the magnificence of an athlete like Michael Jordan or Serena Williams. A junior high sex-education study of fallopian tubes and the vas deferens hardly captures the wonder, mystery, and anxiety of marital sex. And the impressive displays at Body Worlds in London pale in comparison to the ordinary people chewing gum, sipping Starbucks coffee, and chatting on cell phones as they file past.

    We reduce into parts, but can we fit together the whole? We can replace the cells of a human body with colored plastic or slice it into a thousand parts. We have a much harder time agreeing on what a human person is. Where did we come from? Why are we here? Will any part of us survive death? The people on display at Body Worlds — do they endure as immortal souls somewhere in another dimension, perhaps peering whimsically at the line of tourists filing past their plastinated bodies? And what of an invisible world rumored by the mystics, a world that cannot be dissected and put on display in a gallery? Knowing the parts doesn’t necessarily help us understand the whole.

    I once heard the missionary author Elisabeth Elliot tell of accompanying the Auca woman Dayuma from her jungle home in Ecuador to New York City. As they walked the streets, Elliot explained cars, fire hydrants, sidewalks, and red lights. Dayuma’s eyes took in the scene, but she said nothing. Elliot next led her to the observation platform atop the Empire State Building, where she pointed out the tiny taxi cabs and people on the streets below. Again, Dayuma said nothing. Elliot could not help wondering what kind of impression modern civilization was making. Finally, Dayuma pointed to a large white spot on the concrete wall and asked, What bird did that? At last she had found something she could relate to.

    I have visited the tip of Argentina, the region named Tierra del Fuego (land of fire) by Magellan’s explorers, who noticed fires burning on shore. The natives tending the fires, however, paid no attention to the great ships as they sailed through the straits. Later, they explained that they had considered the ships an apparition, so different were they from anything seen before. They lacked the experience, even the imagination, to decode evidence passing right before their eyes.

    And we who built the skyscrapers in New York, who build today not just galleons but space stations and Hubble telescopes that peer to the very edge of the universe, what about us? What are we missing? What do we not see, for lack of imagination or faith?

    Søren Kierkegaard told a parable about a rich man riding in a lighted carriage driven by a peasant who sat behind the horse in the cold and dark outside. Precisely because he sat near the artificial light inside, the rich man missed the panorama of stars outside, a view gloriously manifest to the peasant. In modern times, it seems, as science casts more light on the created world, its shadows further obscure the invisible world beyond.

    I am no Luddite who opposes technological change. My laptop computer allows me to access the text of every book I have written in the past twenty years, as well as thousands of notes I have made during that time. Though I am holed up in a mountain retreat, using this same computer I have sent messages to friends in Europe and Asia. I pay my monthly bills electronically. In these and other ways I gratefully enjoy the benefits of the reducers’ approach to technology and science.

    Yet I also see dangers in our modern point of view. For one thing, reductionism, the spirit of our age, has the unfortunate effect of, well, reducing things. Science offers a map of the world, something like a topographical map, with colors marking the vegetation zones and squiggly lines tracing the contours of cliffs and hills. When I hike the mountains of Colorado, I rely on such topographical maps. Yet no map of two dimensions, or even three dimensions, can give the full picture. And none can possibly capture the experience of the hike: thin mountain air, a carpet of wildflowers, a ptarmigan’s nest, rivulets of frothy water, a triumphant lunch at the summit. Encounter trumps reduction.

    More importantly, the reducers’ approach allows no place for an invisible world. It takes for granted that the world of matter is the sum total of existence. We can measure and photograph and catalog it; we can use nuclear accelerators to break it down into its smallest particles. Looking at the parts, we judge them the whole of reality.

    Of course, an invisible God cannot be examined or tested. Most definitely, God cannot be quantified or reduced. As a result, many people in societies advanced in technology go about their daily lives assuming God does not exist. They stop short at the world that can be reduced and analyzed, their ears sealed against rumors of another world. As Tolstoy said, materialists mistake what limits life for life itself.

    I have a neighbor who is obsessively neat. He lives on ten forested acres, and every time he drove up his long, winding driveway, the disorderly dead branches on the Ponderosa pine trees bothered him. One day he called a tree-trimming service and learned it would cost him five thousand dollars to trim all those trees. Appalled at the price, he rented a chain saw and spent several weekends perched precariously on a ladder cutting back all the branches he could reach. He called the service for a new estimate and got an unwelcome surprise. Mr. Rodrigues, it will probably cost you twice as much. You see, we were planning to use those lower branches to reach the higher ones. Now we have to bring in an expensive truck and work from a bucket.

    In some ways, modern society reminds me of that story. We have sawed off the lower branches on which Western civilization was built, and the higher branches now seem dangerously out of reach. We have drained the light from the boughs in the sacred grove and snuffed it in the high places and along the banks of sacred streams, writes Annie Dillard.

    No society in history has attempted to live without a belief in the sacred, not until the modern West. Such a leap has consequences that we are only beginning to recognize. We now live in a state of confusion about the big questions that have always engaged the human race, questions of meaning, purpose, and morality. A skeptical friend of mine used to ask himself the question, What would an atheist do? in deliberate mockery of the What Would Jesus Do (WWJD) slogan. He finally stopped asking because he found no reliable answers.

    Eliminating the sacred changes the story of our lives. In times of greater faith, people saw themselves as individual creations of a loving God who, regardless of how it may look at any given moment, has final control over a world destined for restoration. Now, people with no faith find themselves lost and alone, with no overarching story, or meta-narrative, to give promise to the future and meaning to the present. To regard nature as beautiful, humans as uniquely valuable, morality as necessary — these are mere constructs, we are told, invented to soften the harsh reality that humans play an infinitesimal role in a universe governed by chance.

    Most people in history have experienced this world with its pleasures and pains, its births and deaths and loves and passages, as linked to the sacred, invisible world. No longer, or not for many, at least. Now we are born, play, work, accumulate possessions, relate to one another, and die with no consolation that what we do matters ultimately or has any meaning beyond what we assign it.

    Jacques Monod bluntly states the modern plight: Man must learn to live in an alien world that is deaf to his music and is as indifferent to his hopes as it is to his sufferings or his crimes. . . . Man at last knows that he is alone in the unfeeling immensity of the universe, out of which he emerged only by chance.

    Einstein remarked that the modern age has perfect means but confused ends. Physicists have reduced matter to subatomic particles and software engineers have reduced most of what we know about the world to bits of information. We know how things work, but not why. We seem bewildered, actually, about why anyone makes any given choice — whether to love their kids or beat them, whether to study for a test or binge-drink. Why do we act the way we do and make the choices we do?

    The new science of evolutionary psychology has arisen to assert that we simply act out the script of our DNA. Advocates propose a single principle, the selfish gene, to explain behavior, and evolutionary theorists herald this insight as the most important advance since Darwin. I do what I do, always, to perpetuate my genetic material. Even individual acts that do not benefit me personally will benefit my gene pool.

    In a sour twist, these thinkers view all goodness as a form of selfishness. Altruism, proclaims Edward O. Wilson, is purely selfish: a person acts in an apparently noble way toward the goal of getting some reward. Goodness depends, he says, on lying, pretense, and deceit, including self-deceit, because the actor is most convincing who believes that his performance is real. Challenged to explain Mother Teresa’s behavior, Wilson pointed out that, believing she would get her reward from Christ, she acted on that selfish basis.

    Although specialists may believe this selfish-motive theory, for most people it does not ring true. Therapists who spend all day listening to people’s stories know that the choices we make do not easily reduce to a single explanation. Parents learn by hard experience that no reward-and-punishment scheme can guarantee the results they want.

    What drives us, any of us, to become the persons we are? What makes some students responsible and conscientious while others drop out of school? What drives some people to become millionaires, others to become missionary nurses, and others to watch television all day, leeching off their parents? No single explanation of purpose or motive tells the full story.

    The reducers face their greatest challenge in trying to find a stable ground for morality. Not long ago, two evolutionary psychologists roused the ire of feminists by presenting rape as a normal part of natural selection, a technique males use to spread their seed as widely as possible. Given their selfish-gene assumptions, this distasteful theory made good sense.

    Another leading evolutionary theorist, Frans de Waal, says, We seem to be reaching a point at which science can wrest morality from the hands of the philosophers. He looks to nature for examples of ethical behavior, and they abound: whales and dolphins risking their lives to save injured companions, chimpanzees coming to the aid of the wounded, elephants refusing to abandon slain comrades.

    Well, yes, but it all depends on where you aim your field binoculars. Where do you learn about proper behavior between the sexes, for example? Each fall outside my Rocky Mountain home, a bull elk bugles together sixty to a hundred cows, bullies them into a herd, and uses his magnificent rack of antlers to gore all male pretenders. Nature offers relatively few examples of monogamy and fewer still of egalitarianism. Should our females, like the praying mantises, devour the males who are mating with them? Should our neighborhoods resolve their disputes as do the bonobo chimpanzees, by engaging in a quick orgy in which all the neighbors mate with one another? Why not, if we learn our morality from other species?

    Or consider violence. Zoologists once thought murder a peculiarly human practice, but no longer. Ground squirrels routinely eat their babies; mallards gang-rape and drown other ducks; a species of African fish, the cichlid, feeds on the eyes of other cichlids. Hyenas get the prize for ruthless cannibalism: within an hour, the stronger of newborn twins will fight its baby sibling to the death. Some evolutionary psychologists concede that humans are genetically scripted to further this cycle of violence.

    We feel outrage when we hear of a middle-class couple dumping an Alzheimer’s-afflicted parent, or when kids push a five-year-old out the window of a high-rise building, or a sniper opens fire on strangers, or a ten-year-old is raped in a hallway, or a mother drowns her two children because they interfere with her lifestyle. Why? On what grounds do we feel outrage if we truly believe that morality is self-determined or scripted in our genes? And if morality is not self-determined, then who determines it? How do we decide?

    In a widely publicized case a year before the famous Scopes Monkey Trial, attorney Clarence Darrow successfully defended two university students against the capital offense of murdering a boy for the intellectual experience of it. Argued Darrow, Is there any blame attached because somebody took Nietzsche’s philosophy seriously and fashioned his life on it? . . . Your Honor, it is hardly fair to hang a nineteen-year-old boy for the philosophy that was taught him at the university.

    In short, the reducers offer little compelling reason why we humans should rise above the behavior of beasts rather than mimic it. Adolf Hitler said it well: Nature is cruel, therefore we too can be cruel.

    Not always, but often, the act of reducing the world around us also dilutes pleasure. I would guess that an uneducated Masai warrior, standing on one leg, leaning on a staff, gazes at a lunar eclipse with a greater sense of wonder than I do after studying the scientific explanation in the day’s newspaper.

    Some famous reductionists readily admit the atrophy of a pleasure sense.* Charles Darwin poignantly describes the process:

    Up to the age of thirty or beyond it, poetry of many kinds . . . gave me great pleasure, and even as a schoolboy I took intense delight in Shakespeare. . . . Formerly pictures gave me considerable, and music very great, delight. But now for many years I cannot endure to read a line of poetry: I have tried to read Shakespeare, and found it so intolerably dull that it nauseated me. I have also almost lost any taste for pictures or music. . . . I retain some taste for fine scenery, but it does not cause me the exquisite delight which it formerly did. . . . My mind seems to have become a kind of machine for grinding general laws out of large collections of facts. . . . The loss of these tastes is a loss of happiness, and may possibly be injurious to the intellect, and more probably to the moral character, by enfeebling the emotional part of our nature.

    Uneducated, primitive people intuit something mysterious and sacred behind the world of buffaloes, scarlet macaws, orangutans, and giraffes. Often they even make nature an object of worship. In contrast, those who reduce the world to matter risk withering the sense of wonder.

    I stood once in a field in Finland, shivering in the cold, and watched a brilliant display of aurora borealis, the northern lights. Waves of luminous green arced across the heavens, covering perhaps one-seventh of the dark dome above. Tendrils of green light assumed the shapes of puffy clouds, then split into segments, then pulsed and slid together like the interlocking teeth of a giant comb. They floated in the heavens, defying gravity, blocking stars. It amazed me that a marvel so magnificent and vast proceeded in utter silence; no roar of volcano or growl of thunder accompanied this celestial fireworks show. I found myself wondering how such a spectacle would have struck the ancient Norsemen, who knew nothing of sunspots, solar wind, and electromagnetic disturbances.

    The biblical psalms celebrate the created world as the expression of a Person, a masterpiece of artistic creation worthy of praise. But how can we ascribe beauty to a world assumed to be an accidental byproduct of collisions of matter — especially when our sense organs also result from random collisions?

    For years I have been receiving the magazines that come with membership in the Sierra Club, Wilderness Society, and National Audubon Society. Reading them usually leaves me depressed because most issues devote many pages to accounts of how we are fouling our water and air, bulldozing wilderness, and consigning animal species to extinction. I find it surprising, though, how often the authors of these articles use words like sacred, hallowed, and immortal in their impassioned pleas for corrective action. As one environmentalist said about saving a stretch of river in Montana: "It’s

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