The Assault on Reason
Jan 7, 2008
A few weeks ago I found myself in the Atlanta Airport in need of a book to read. It is hard to explain because I had books with me but I had finished the ones that were with me and the unread books were in the lost luggage.
Anyway I was in the book store looking at titles and saw an intrusting title “The Assault on Reason”. When I tried to pull the book from the shelf I could not extricate the book as there was a lip on the top of the book shelf, the book was taller than the lip and had books tightly packed on both sides so it could not be tilted.
I thought this was ironic; a book entitled “The Assault on Reason” which could not be pulled from the shelf. I pointed the humor out to the clerk; he didn’t think it was funny at all. I pulled all the smaller books on the shelf off and purchased the volume.
I have no idea if his specific examples are true (however they feel true and I have no reason to doubt them), but I do agree with his assessment, as a culture we have lost the ability to reason and think about alternatives to what we think is true or right.
Over the last two weeks I have worked hard to read after breakfast and dinner and engage those who were here in rational conversation. After breakfast we read from a book having to do with Jesus and faith and in the evenings our reading have covered a broad range of topics from social problems, psychological and current events. I have really enjoyed reading and leading the discussions.
However, because those who are with us are so much younger (therefore I think feel intimated and therefore chose to say very little) and so unpracticed (they just haven’t done this before so are unsure what to say, they think I am looking for a “right” answer) I do much of the talking. Of course Debbie has been there to keep me honest. God bless her.
I want to think well. I want to help others think well. I am glad for this book and those who will put up with my reading and my questions. Having people live with us and gather with us for meals is as good as any day in the Cactus High School. I am so sad they have all had to go back to work.
While you're here,