Keswick III An apology to Micah

It turns out that Keswick has been a brilliant place to sit out the heatwave currently afflicting the UK. Today is the only day it's been really hot here, and it's probably nearer 25° as opposed to the 35° being experienced "down south". We've been enjoying our riverside walks to the tent in Skiddaw St where the Bible readings on Micah have been taking place. We're not quite done yet; there's one more to go. But I feel I owe Micah an apology.

I've never viewed the Old Testament as an irrelevance, as just the prelude to the interesting bit. There are lots of reasons for this, but here's one. At the end of his Gospel Luke records an encounter between Jesus and two of his former followers. That's how they would have though of themselves I suppose, because they though Jesus was dead. And they were probably fairly fearful they might be next. Jesus, who initially is unrecognised by them, walks alongside them as they head away from Jerusalem. They're pretty depressed, and probably grieving. After all, their leader and mentor has just been executed. As they new well, the Romans knew a thing or two about executions and dead men stay dead. Hence their general state of depression. The problem was that Jesus was no failed insurrectionist, or teacher of novel ideas swept away by accident or miscalculation. And the evidence? The resurrection of course. 

One of the intriguing things about this whole incident in Luke 24 is that the two disciples actually knew the key facts about the resurrection. They'd been told that the tomb where Jesus' body had been left was empty. They'd even heard that some of their number had been told that Jesus was alive. But of course, all of their experience told them this could not be true. He was dead. So they had headed off down the road, disconsolate. But Jesus of course wasn't dead. And as He walks with them he does something very interesting. It's also interesting what He doesn't do. He doesn't show them his wounds (as He did with Thomas) to identify Himself. Nor does he do a miracle to impress them. Instead, He conducts a Bible study, concentrating on all those bits of the Bible I find obscure and difficult to understand: the Old Testament, including the law and the prophets. For all I know he even did a quick tour of Micah. The point He was making was that it all spoke about Him. His approach, exposing people to the Old testament Scriptures as a way of encountering Him, proved to be a lesson that really stuck with the early disciples. When Peter gets the chance to talk to a vast crowd a short time later, what does he do? He preaches from an obscure corner of the Old Testament, the prophecy of Joel. I have to confess, given the opportunity to address a vast crowd about who Jesus is and what He's done, I probably wouldn't have done the same. But I might now be tempted to turn to Micah.

It's been amazing (except it's not really) how bang up to date and relevant Micah is.We've had the abusive elites in Micah 3, exploiting those weaker than themselves just because they can. This leads to what Chris Wright rightly called a kind of "social cannibalism" that consumes the consumer. Are we not concerned about elites in our day? Mind you, that doesn't get the rest of us off the hook. Perhaps we get the leaders we deserve by not thinking critically about so many of the little choices we make every day. Of course, Micah was largely ignored in his own day. Everything was basically fine wasn't it? Religious leaders were able to claim with apparent impunity that God was fine with what was going on. Except He wasn't, and judgement was coming. The creeping injustice, the toleration for what was wrong being called right, the religious syncretism that sought to keep the Living God in His place, in His box, and out of the public sphere. It wasn't doing in any damage was it? Things just kept going. And for those with a continuing pang of conscience, there was always temple, always religion, always more ritual.   

Except as Micah points out, God had shown what He was looking for. It wasn't more and more sacrifices. It wasn't even ultimate sacrifices. In a startling pointer to Jesus' future mission (and Micah prophesied the site of His birth), Micah says God doesn't want the sacrifice of their fistborn(s). Why? Because it was going to take the sacrifice of God's firstborn to clear the debt we have all incurred. But in general God had been consistent and clear in what He requires. As Micah 6:8 makes pithily clear (and as Jimmy Carter quoted in his presidential inaugural address) God requires us: "..to do justice, love mercy, and walk humbly with your God."  This was no radical departure, this is the whole teaching of the Old Testament. The rituals and sacrifices had their place, but it was limited. And they provided no answer for habitual, continuing, rebellion against God. Of course few were listening in Micah's day. Few may be listening today. Shortly after Micah, it all came crashing about the heads of leaders and people. They had persisted in going their own way. 

There it is in Micah. A warning to me, to us. It was there all the time. The bad, the good, the ugly and the best. 

Sorry I wasn't listening Micah.

Keswick II: What’s Micah ever done for us?

Like the Romans in the eponymous Monty Python sketch, it’s sometimes only when a question is asked that answers start to pop into your head. I admit this question is not very likely to pop into many heads. After all, the Micah in question came from a fairly obscure and long-forgotten village/hamlet/probably-not-as-big-as-a-town in ancient Israel, and lived an awful long time ago (born around 740BC). And of course his book is tucked away in a corner of a bigger book many would consider, for all practical purposes, to be entirely irrelevant to life in the 21^st century. To be honest the question only occurred to me because Micah is the subject of the morning Bible readings here at Keswick. Shame on me it turns out. Yes, Micah was written a long way away and a long time ago, yet front and centre there are themes that resonate.

Just a couple to mention. The first is the silencing of preachers. My view is that what Micah had to say is of lasting, global significance. Many take a different view. That’s fair enough. But in Micah’s day, Micah was told to shut up. He was told that what he was saying was not a suitable subject for preachers. In the immediate context, he was warning of disaster because it turned out that God was not indifferent to what was going on in Israel and Judah. But many in Micah’s day were comfortable. At least the comfortable were comfortable, and they didn’t want their comfort being disturbed by some shaggy preacher, who originated from a nothing family, in a nothing part of the country. It wasn’t that they necessarily had no time for religion and indeed preachers. But they had to be the right sort of religion and the right sort of preachers. Preachers that preached about nice things were particularly welcome.

My observation, for what it’s worth, is that both tendencies are among us today. On the one hand when preachers take up what the Bible has to say about issues that cut across and challenge the culture, they are told to shut up. If not quite literally silenced, moves are made at least to drive them from the public sphere. Perhaps the consequences are currently not that dire in the scheme of things – yet. But maybe a time is coming, when livelihoods and then liberty and finally even life will be on the line. On the other hand, the flip side is that preachers who preach “nice things”, may well do very nicely. In our time there’s the prosperity peddlers of course. God wants only good things for us; believe hard enough, give plenty (to the preacher usually), and all will be well.  This despite the fact that Micah and others from Jeremiah to Paul and indeed Jesus Himself, all seem to have experienced something very different to health, wealth and prosperity. Then there are those who are just generally “nice” (remember the Royal wedding?). That seems to be fairly acceptable. Nice, preferably short and quick homilies, so general and vague as to be interpretable as meaning almost anything, that will do very nicely thank you. And finally, just go with the culture, reinterpreting the Bible for our times so it’s “relevant”. The bits that are clearly unacceptable to the postmodern post-Christian mind just ignore. Then we’ll be able to preach what the culture at large considers acceptable. Tell them what they want to hear. The result? Well in Micah’s day (or shortly thereafter – he was a prophet after all) first Israel (the ten northern tribes) and then Judah sleepwalk into disaster.

The other thing that sticks out is the way the powerful exploited those without power simply (so it seems) because they could. There were apparently no internal restraints on their behaviour, and because they were powerful there were obviously no external constraints on them. Exploitation was all they thought about. They went to sleep at night scheming and this was what gave them a spring in their step come the morning. The consequences for those they exploited was of no concern to them. And it looked like they got away with it. Except of course they didn’t. Their success was illusory. Kind of raises the question as to what really counts as success and what matters.

So, not very far in to Micah, and it looks like there are connections to be made between Micah’s world and mine. I accept it  might not be about roads, education, viaducts and, erm, the wine, but Micah’s may well do me some good.

Keswick I: Science and Micah?

Time for a summer break. We decided this year we’d spend part of it at least in Keswick in the English Lake District. It’s a beautiful part of the world only a few hours’ drive from where we live. Sharp little hills interspersed with dark stretches of water (the eponymous lakes). Some of the lakes are big, famous and busy (like Windermere), others are small and quiet. It’s all so picturesque that it’s a UNESCO World Heritage Site, on a par with the Grand Canyon or Machu Picchu. So here we are for a week.

Mind you, welcome as the grand vistas are from the windows of our rented cottage, they are not really why we’re here. We’re actually here for the middle week of the Keswick Convention. Founded in 1875, this has remained a theologically conservative Bible teaching jamboree, now spreading over three weeks of the English summer. For many who will be here, the centre of activity is the morning “Bible reading”. This year, during the middle week, these will concentrate on what many would consider to be a particularly obscure bit of the Old Testament, the book of Micah. So why “holiday” here rather than on a nice beach somewhere? And how does any of this sort of thing square with my day job?

First of all the Bible reading bit. Yes, reading the Bible, listening to bits of it being explained, thinking about and discussing it, is different to reading the latest research on behavioural inhibitory control (one of the things I’m currently working on). It’s certainly different to reading my own tortured prose as contained in the latest manuscript we’ve submitted for publication (hopefully to appear soon in Experimental Brain Research). But science is what I do. The Bible is much more about who I am. It’s not that the two don’t intersect and interact. Some have argued that these are such separate spheres that there can be no points of contact. But that is not a sustainable position (and neither is it an intellectually honest one). Apart from anything else the, Christian who is also a scientist must be a point of contact between the two.

It’s the Bible that shapes (or should shape) me the person. Funnily enough this has an impact on how I go about the science I do. When I seek to bring to my professional life qualities like honesty and integrity, I do that because those values stem from my faith and are shaped by what the Bible teaches. Note that I’m not claiming that if you have no faith you can’t behave with integrity and honesty; just that such commitments in me flow from my faith. My commitment to science as a way of finding out about certain processes also flows from my conviction that underpinning those processes is God’s power (something I learn from the Bible). By studying them, I’m learning more about Him. This is my version of Kepler’s famous “thinking God’s thoughts after Him” comment.

Flowing the other way, the intellectual rigour that is developed by a training in science (critical analysis, weighing of evidence etc), is helpful when thinking about the Bible. Basic rules of interpretation and analysis apply. I don’t mean it’s a scientific text making scientific claims; it’s not and it shouldn’t be treated as such. But it still has to be approached with due and thoughtful care.

So here we are thinking about Micah. I don’t expect to learn much here this week that will help me understand the pattern of inhibition errors we observe in the eye movement task we’ve been using recently to study healthy ageing. But it’s quite possible that I’m going to learn more about me and how I should be living. Because standing behind the Bible, even the bits I find obscure (like Micah) is the same God who underpins the universe I study in the lab. He is not the distant God of the Deist, a God who stands at an infinite distance as a largely passive observer. He is the intimately involved God, interested in and active in this world, who speaks though His Word, shaping thoughts and lives. That’s why I’m happy to be here this week. I don’t usually get this much time to listen and think (and in such pleasant surroundings). I might even be tempted to comment here the odd thing that I pick up in Keswick about Micah.

Easter Reflections II

The trick to setting up a successful enterprise, regardless of whether it’s honest or a con, is believability. The key to sustaining it is believability and consistency. Whatever else it is, Christianity in either its personal or institutional forms has been successfully sustained. How believable is it?

For Jesus it was all going so well until he started making explicit, outrageous claims. His opponents must have secretly rejoiced. The theologically educated among them had known almost from the outset that he had been implying he was unique and not just another in a long line of teachers, scholars and prophets. They had detected early on that he was claiming to be God. They deserve some credit for this, because a number of those closest to Jesus took a while to catch on. But then he began to be more explicit about this claim until he succeeded in driving away many of his own supporters. On some occasions he was so clear about it that his original hearers were outraged; they started picking up stones to throw at him. Somehow he escaped. Every leader makes mistakes. Great leaders learn from them. But apparently not Jesus. Instead of dialling back his claims, he continued to make them and started heading for the place where they would cause him the most trouble – Jerusalem.

There’s little evidence that Jesus was driven to Jerusalem by events; there is considerable evidence that he headed there quite deliberately. This would seem to be a miscalculation of historic proportions. It’s not as though he was naïve about the dangers. Indeed, he seems to have been very aware that the main result of heading to Jerusalem would be his own death. And he provided strong hints about the events that would immediately precede his death, and even the manner of his death. His immediate circle managed to stick with him all the way, until, at the last, it was too much for even them. One of them eventually conspired with the authorities to have Jesus arrested and the rest quietly disappeared and hid. Once he was arrested, they knew what the likely outcome was. They also knew that having stuck with Jesus as long as they had, once the authorities had dealt with him, they’d likely be next. They observed the apparently final events of Jesus’ relatively short life from what they thought was a safe distance. So much, then, for his bold claims. Like so many before and since, their boldness was no protection against the cold realities of political and institutional calculation and power. And that should have been that. The cleverer of his sayings might live on. Some of his more calculating followers might profit from his death by turning it into some kind of noble sacrifice with a cult following. But his real influence had ended, and any cult that grew up around him would be trivial. And of course, if anyone actually thought about what he had said, it would be clear what a charlatan he really was. In the light of his death, none of his claims were  believable, because they were not true. God indeed!

And then what happened next, happened. There’s lots of detail that can be examined at leisure. But the big picture is this – He did exactly what you would expect if every one of His claims were true. It was the surprise that no one expected. Certainly not his friends and former followers. Certainly not his enemies. They did expect trouble of course. In His life, Jesus had caused quite a stir. Aspects of His trial and death had been quite controversial. Some of them predicted that His followers, to substantiate the claims He had made in life, would steal His body and then make yet more bizarre claims on His behalf. As they weren’t idiots, they took sensible precautions to prevent this from happening. They needn’t have bothered. Jesus followers were in no state to perpetrate further fraud. And they needn’t have bothered because in reality they could do nothing to stop what happened next.

The thing about God is that He is God. He is not a big version of us. He’s not a slightly more powerful president or prime minister. He’s God. And even death itself has no hold on him. At this point I have to confess that it’s quite hard for the believer (which is what I am) not to get a bit excited. The events of the Sunday morning following the Friday night have been prodded, poked, stared at, examined, dissected, discussed and debated ever since they occurred. That something happened, no one disputes. What happened is critical and therefore has been a matter of dispute right from the start. I’m not going to go through it all here, for the simple reason that you can read the eye witness testimony for yourself in the Gospel accounts. I think those early accounts are compelling and on reflection persuasive. But here’s the thing. If you were going to make up a story that might be persuasive, it would not be the one that you find in those accounts. It’s just not that believable.

It is an apparent fact of our experience that human beings once dead stay dead. I’ve been at a number of funerals and thanksgiving services. I was at another one last week. The sadness and grieving on such occasions is real and occurs precisely because everything we experience tells us that the dead, once dead, stay dead. That’s why there is that sense of loss and of parting. That’s also why Jesus’ closest friends, when told that He’d been seen alive, responded exactly the way you or I would have responded. They didn’t believe it. It’s why two of his friends could find themselves walking beside Jesus, and not recognise Him. Of course they didn’t. He was dead, this person was alive, therefore the one person it could not be was Jesus. Their logic was impeccable, and their perception followed it completely. But eventually the evidence overcame their previous experience, and they came to see the truth of the matter. He was alive. And all of His claims, all of the things He had done, all of those qualities He had demonstrated, it all made sense. They didn’t take a leap into the dark, they were persuaded.

One of His friends has gone down in history as a sceptic. “Doubting” Thomas was no more than a sensible human being who knew what you and I know. He was a scientist before his time and proposed an experiment that, in the event, he never had to run. He knew what crucifixion involved, and proposed a simple test when told Jesus was alive. But the evidence of his own experience was so clear, so incontrovertible, that rather than prod and poke the living Jesus as he had proposed, all he could do was gasp his worship in amazement when he himself saw Jesus. He along with the others spent the rest of their lives reporting what they had seen, even at the cost of those lives.

If they were going to invent a believable story, a story that would be an easy sell, this was not it. If they were going to construct a case for Jesus being who He claimed to be, then this was a desperately risky strategy. One bone of Jesus body would be enough to torpedo the credibility of it all. If it was a concoction, an elaborate hoax, then if just one of their number cracked, the whole edifice would come tumbling down. As compelling as Jesus had been before His death, if he was still dead this was not a web worth spinning. It was unlikely to stand any test, let alone the test of time.

Yet here we are.

Easter Reflections I

I came across an article recently that opened with the following statement:  Perhaps the most boring question one can ever direct at a religion is to ask whether or not it is ‘true’. The author went on to claim that Easter “commemorates an incident of catastrophic failure”[1]. Well, we’ll see. My view is that deciding whether the events commemorated at Easter are true is far from boring. Not bothering to consider whether they are true is probably a product of the author completely misunderstanding what was going on. But let’s go back to the thorny issue of truth.

We now apparently live in a culture that has a real problem with truth. For some, and for a long time, the idea that there is something “out there” to be known is a non-starter. For others, even if there is an “out there”, it cannot be known in any certain way. This sort of thing has been argued back and forth for centuries. Meanwhile, most of humanity has just got on with life, not really bothering too much whether they could/could not prove in any absolute sense that it was all “real”. Family, food, employment, cushions, art, music, football, Radio 4, Monty Python and model railways might all be illusions, but they are comforting illusions. Interestingly (at least to me), even those who think that truth is an illusion seem to spill a lot of ink trying to persuade other people of the truth that truth is an illusion. It is almost as though it matters.

In fact most of us seem to live with the notion that it’s important to know what is true and what is not. Not all truth is equally important I’ll grant you. For most people, most of the time, knowing that there is a river that flows through Merseyside to the sea, is of only trivial importance. It’s maybe useful in the odd pub quiz, but it hardly counts as one of life’s great truths. Mind you, it becomes considerably more important if you have to make your way from Liverpool city centre to Birkenhead – look at a map (hopefully a true representation of certain geographical features) if you don’t believe me.

Clearly there are some people who claim that certain events that occurred in and around an obscure city in the Middle East called Jerusalem millennia ago have continuing significance. As a matter of observation, these events have been celebrated annually throughout large parts of the world, and by a growing and now large proportion of humanity, ever since. There are reports that provide some level of access to those original precipitating events. Can we reach a judgement on the truth of what those events were, whether they are important and indeed whether some of them were catastrophic? I think we can, and I think we should. I think we owe it to ourselves to investigate for ourselves what the fuss is about. We could just surf the web and explore the blogosphere. We could depend on the opinions of others. I much prefer the notion of doing as much of the work as I can for myself. Of course, I’ll have to take some things on trust. But as I’ve argued here before, some level of trust is always required in any enquiry. How much trust would be too much? Well, if I’m standing at a bridge wondering if it can bear my weight and get me safely across a river, I know some of the signs I need to look for. Does it go all the way across? Is it fairly clear what’s keeping it up? Does it appear steady as I set out, or does it begin to creak alarmingly? Of course I could be fooled. But not to attempt the crossing could be equally foolish, particularly if there’s a pressing reason to cross the river.

As far as Christianity is concerned, the question “is it true?” has to be the key question. Christianity depends on claims about things that happened (or didn’t happen). While some of these things are probably more important than others, if any of them turn out to be demonstrably untrue, then the credibility of the whole will take a hit. If the major claims are untrue, then the whole thing comes crashing down. Certain of the key claims are clearly unusual, and some, on the surface at least, approach the bizarre (at least from a 21^st century standpoint). It’s tempting to dismiss these out of hand, a priori. This is a temptation worth resisting.

The Easter story turns on one of the most famous characters in history called Jesus. Four main accounts compiled from eye witness testimony from his own time have come down to us, along with accounts and interpretations of others who claimed to know him. These various sources have been frequently attacked but have yet to be fatally undermined. They tell us quite a lot about the life of Jesus, including what they claim was a miraculous birth (also still celebrated). They tell us much of what he said. But they seem to spend an inordinate amount of time on his death, implying that it has some significance beyond the ending of a particular life.

Jesus as portrayed in these accounts does not come over as a fanatic, a rabble rouser or a tyrant. He seems to have been attractive to some, and a curiosity to many. He doesn’t seem that interested in gathering a movement around himself. Indeed, in at least one of the accounts (by one of his followers called John) he seems to go out of his way to drive the merely interested away. For all his apparently humility and simplicity, it is his claims about himself that stick out. His original audience were in no doubt that he made one particularly objectionable claim. It’s a claim that many have made for themselves, and today it would be taken as a sign of poor mental health. He claimed to be God. One modern writer about Jesus introduced the subject by confessing that it was “easy to sympathise with scepticism” because the claims made by Jesus and his early followers “are staggering, and indeed offensive”[2]. And C.S. Lewis famously pointed out that these claims paint both Jesus and enquirers about Easter into a corner:

“A man who was merely a man and said the sort of things Jesus said would not be a great moral teacher. He would either be a lunatic — on the level with the man who says he is a poached egg — or else he would be the Devil of Hell. You must make your choice. Either this man was, and is, the Son of God, or else a madman or something worse. You can shut him up for a fool, you can spit at him and kill him as a demon or you can fall at his feet and call him Lord and God, but let us not come with any patronizing nonsense about his being a great human teacher. He has not left that open to us. He did not intend to.”[3]

It was at a place just outside Jerusalem that his claims and his death collided. By all accounts he died a barbaric, if not entirely unique, death. In Jesus day, those in control of where he lived had a standard form of execution. This involved literally nailing the condemned person to a wooden frame, raising them up, and waiting for them to die from suffocation, blood loss, thirst or a combination all three (plus various other encouragements like breaking legs, or sticking with spears). Even in the midst of these excruciating circumstances (which he had some insight into before they happened) he verbalised forgiveness for his torturers, made provision for his mother, comforted someone being executed with him, and made several other statements. None was a statement of regret. One was tantamount to a final claim. It is reported that he shouted “finished” (probably a single word in his original language). Even in dying (an extended process lasting several hours), he was claiming that he had accomplished something.

And there the story should have ended. If this was a man, a good man, a clever man, an exemplary man, ending as all men do, what possible significance could he have for the rest of us? Less than none. This would not be a sad story of what could have been. It might be a story that was instructive, but hardly one that would in any way be transformative. For most of us it would be more of a footnote than a catastrophe. But remember he claimed to be something considerably more than a man. If the story ends with his death, then this claim is clearly bogus. This, and probably all of his other claims are untrue, his credibility fatally flawed. He might have occasionally said something clever, or even something that appears high and moral, but it’s not. He got the one thing he could truly know wrong; he didn’t ultimately even know himself, never mind anything else. So why then twenty centuries later is there still even a question? Why a story to repeat? Why claims to consider?

Because of what happened next.

1.       “Easter for Atheists”, The Philosopher’s Mail 

2.       Donald MacLeod, “The Person of Christ”

3.       C.S. Lewis, “Mere Christianity”

Death of an expert

A few days ago, a remarkable human being left this life. Professor Stephen Hawking, one of Newton’s successors as the Lucasian Professor at the University of Cambridge (from 1979 to 2009), cosmologist, space tourist and author, died at the age of 76. His scientific output was prodigious and ground breaking, from his 1965 PhD thesis, “Properties of Expanding Universes”, to his 2017 paper “A Smooth Exit from Eternal Inflation?”. His popular output has made him a familiar name to many who knew nothing of physics. His 1988 book “A Brief History of Time”, was a best seller, and in the last week has shot back up Amazon’s best seller table (I’ve just looked and it’s currently #2).  Among other places, he popped up in Star Trek and The Simpsons. He was all the more remarkable because much of what he accomplished, he accomplished from wheelchair. At the age of 21 he was diagnosed with amyotrophic lateral sclerosis, the most common form of motor neurone disease. Originally told he only had a few years to live, it turned out that he was in the small group of ALS sufferers who survive more than 10 years after diagnosis. But latterly he had lost all power of movement in his limbs and lost the ability to speak, so he communicated by means of a computer interface that allowed him to type via a cursor activated by twitching a cheek muscle. It was slow and laborious, but it allowed him to continue to make an impact on the world beyond his wheelchair, and the sound of his electronic voice was widely and instantly recognisable. He did so much more than grudgingly and grimly survive. His passing will be felt most severely by his family and close friends. Then there will be that wider circle of friends and colleagues in Physics, and science more generally, who will miss and mourn him. And beyond that a much wider circle who will feel poorer for his passing. That’s all as it should be.

He was an expert. His specific expertise was in cosmology, working on how the universe came into existence and developed, carrying out basic and elegant work on those most mysterious objects in the universe, black holes. He used the mathematics of the infinitely small, and applied it to the really big. If you get the impression I’m being a bit vague, that’s because the maths involved, as well as many of the concepts, are well beyond me. But I’m not alone. I suppose this applies to the vast bulk of humanity. This got me thinking about expertise.

Many of us can appreciate and value Stephen Hawking’s expertise. Rather than resenting it, we can accept it, respect it. Some have been inspired by it. In part, maybe this is because of his very human story of achievement in the face of the most difficult of life circumstances. Rather than give up when confronted with essentially a death sentence, he persevered. That is impressive. Maybe it’s because his expertise was of a particular non-threatening sort. After all, as important as his work on black holes is, most of us can live quite happily in ignorance of it, with it making no personal demands on us. It has no influence on how we live, or spend, or vote. It’s the sort of thing most us are very clear we have no understanding of. There’s no question of our opinion on anything to do with black holes having any weight at all compared to Stephen Hawking’s. Most of us would accept that his expertise and knowledge were unquestionable, whereas ours is miniscule or non-existent. Perhaps it gets tricky when expertise is more questionable or its implications closer to home.

Expertise that has implications for how we think or how we live seems to be under attack (see Tom Nichol’s essay “The death of expertise”). In the blogosphere, in the media (social and otherwise), even in the street, we no longer defer to experts even when the issues are relatively technical. And of course some seem happy to keep us away from actual knowledge and to glory in ignorance (something discussed here). We have the spread of fake news (or at least the constant claim that a particular piece of news is fake) and fake facts. It emerged this week that a certain prominent politician made up a “fact” stated as a truth.

But this approach strikes me of having at its heart a strange double standard. In cosmology, medicine and aviation (to mention a few) we are happy to recognise, trust and rely on experts. Black holes may be remote objects with little direct impact on us, but knowing your surgeon can tell your tonsils from your toes, or that your pilot can successfully lower the undercarriage before landing, is clearly important. We accept that true facts matter in these domains, and that fake facts (your tonsils are on the end of your foot) have potentially serious consequences. Why then the unwillingness to accept expertise in other matters? Maybe it’s because a little knowledge is a dangerous thing; it leads to the kind of hubris that claims that we can all be experts. And of course a little knowledge is only mouse click away. All opinions can then become expert opinions that must be taken equally seriously.

The answer to this is not so much a new deference but old fashioned humility; humility to recognise skill and expertise in others, and therefore give their opinions more weight than my own within their areas of expertise. This doesn’t mean experts should be regarded as infallible, even within their areas of expertise. They are human, and therefore always capable of making mistakes. So transparency and dialogue, critical engagement and debate have a role in providing corrections.  But experts are still much more likely to be right that I am. And maybe experts need a degree of humility too. Perhaps it’s tempting in the current climate to be a little too dogmatic and emphatic, even where uncertainties abound.

True expertise will always be valuable and should be valued. I wouldn’t take my views on the fate of particle pairs at the edge of black holes too seriously if I were you. We had Stephen Hawking for that.

The insufficiency of science

There are scientists who talk about a “theory of everything” although it turns out they do not literally mean a theory of “everything”. There are others who have claimed that science can basically supply the correct answer to any correctly formulated question (at least any question worth asking). This is sometimes tempered to the view that science provides, at least in principle, an approach that can rigorously establish the truth about a given state of affairs even if in practice it’s currently difficult to see how. At one point it looked as though this was becoming a dominant view. Proponents of this sort of view, passionately and (usually) elegantly expressed, were the likes of Dawkins, Hitchens, Dennett and Harris. Let us call them collectively Ditchkinetteris (with apologies to Terry Eagleton who coined the term Ditchkins to refer to two of them; 1). As an aside, the power of this sort of view seems to be in decline, as I have discussed previously. In general, Ditchkinetteris’s take might be termed the sufficiency of science (SoS for short). It would be wrong to assume that SoS was ever a majority view even among scientists, although such things are hard to establish, erm… scientifically. It was certainly a minority view among philosophers (eg see Kaufman’s review of Harris’ “The Moral Landscape”;2). But SoS has now been implicitly undermined but one of its former (if only tacit) supporters, the journal Nature.

Nature published an editorial on the 27^th February entitled: “A code of ethics to get scientists talking”. This reports on a document produced by a group of scientists convened by the World Economic Forum and heartily recommends it. As the editorial points out, such codes are not new in science. Many funding and governmental bodies have their own codes. Interestingly the editorial claims that there’s a problem getting scientist to take them seriously and adhere to them. But what intrigues me is the question of what kind of thing is this code?

If SoS is true, then presumably such codes will be scientific. That would mean they would consist of hypotheses, predictions, experiments, results and conclusions. Or if not hypothesis driven (because not all science fits this pattern comfortably) they would consist of observations, measurements and conclusions. But there will be measurements and data, there will be stats, there will be theory; all the familiar elements of science. Right? Wrong. Actually what the particular code referred to consists of (and this would be true of all the other codes) are well meaning, sensible and pretty obvious advice about the kind of things we expect of responsible science. For example, responsible science seeks to minimise harm to citizens. Such a rule doesn’t appear to be scientific rule. It’s sensible, it’s the kind of thing tax payers expect, but it is not itself a scientific statement or a scientific rule. It’s the kind of thing I’d be happy to adhere to, as would all my colleagues, and practically any scientist anywhere I know of. But it’s not science.

The reasons given for why such a code is necessary are also interesting. It is valuable because “the code contextualizes natural sciences in a time of rapid technological change and popular questioning of expertise.” Not sure I understand the first point, but the questioning of expertise is familiar enough. The proponents of the code want to meet such questioning by “infusing research with “the most irreproachable behaviours”. But again, these are not scientific statements or aims, laudable though they may be. They depend on historical, sociological and ethical analysis, not science. So to properly practice science, we must look outside science, indeed our conduct must be ruled by principles which are not themselves scientific principles. This seems to be a blow against SoS.

Of course SoS never was true. Science always stood on foundations that were not themselves scientific. Principles, assumptions and commitments always lurked in the background that were rarely talked about. We all have them, use them and depend on them, and we’ve always known it. It was Bacon who suggested that we ought to purge ourselves of such “idols” in 1620, only for Kant to argue in the 18^th century that some of them are built into the very structure of our minds, they are wired in. Better to be aware of them, and control them, than deny that they exist at all.

Personally, I’ve always tried to be clear about my prior commitments. I’m drawn to science because it tackles an ordered universe in an ordered way. That order flows from the God who made the universe, and has sustained it ever since. He is the ultimate source of truth, so I only progress because He reveals His truth as I employ the tools that science provides, allied to the tools that He has provided. He also reveals His truth to others, even although they do not recognise Him or acknowledge Him in any way (indeed many of them are much better at this science game than me). I study the book of His works, and “think God’s thoughts after Him” (to slightly misquote Kepler).

While I’m actually running an experiment, collecting and analysing data, drawing inferences from it, accepting or rejecting hypotheses, I behave (and probably look) like a naturalist. I explain my results, accept or reject my hypotheses, in terms of mechanisms that are familiar in the field. But ultimately, on reflection, I know it is Him I’m studying. Because of that, I want to do it in way that honours rather than dishonours Him,  just like the Christian plumber, carpenter, bus driver, dentist or lawyer. I don’t work to please my boss, or the head of my Institution, or really for the good of the community or for the honour of science. All of these things are good things to do. But they are secondary. My aim is to “serve wholeheartedly as if (I) were serving the Lord, not men” (Ephesians 6:7). All these are prior, outside commitments. But it turns out it’s not just me that has them, indeed needs them, because science is insufficient. At least I’m (reasonably) coherent about it.

1. Eagleton, T. (2009) Reason, faith and revolution: reflections on the God debate. Yale University Press.

2. Kaufman, WRP (2012) Can science determine moral value? A reply to Sam Harris. Neuroethics 5:55-65.