The Thought That Stops Thought

The Australian Newspaper ran an article a couple of days ago about French government plans to ban denial of the genocide of Armenians by the Ottoman Empire (modern-day Turkey) in 1915.

The Armenian genocide is controversial. The Armenians and their supporters believe that many, many Armenians were exterminated by the Ottomans and that this counts as genocide. The Turks and their supporters deny at the least that it was systematic policy of extermination (genocide). So there is debate about the historical facts, and, as is natural with genocides and national shame, is very heated.

I don’t know whether the Armenian genocide really happened. What concerns me is that the French government could ban an idea.  I realise it’s not just the Armenian genocide. Holocaust denial is also illegal in France. But they shouldn’t be.

Now some ideas should be fought, because they are wrong (like holocaust denial) and some ideas are even dangerous (like fascism). But making those ideas illegal is not the way to do it.

First of all, if you ban an idea, you actually shoot yourself in the foot. You prevent yourself from being able to articulate real reasons why the idea is wrong or dangerous. How can we explain to future generations who did not personally experience the horror of Nazism the problems with fascism if we do not find ways to argue against it. If there can be no defence of Nazism, we will make no defence of freedom.

Again, banning the idea promotes a conspiracy theory instead of squelching it. If we had the facts and the data to prove that the 1915 genocide happened, or that the Holocaust was a real event, then we could employ those facts. The fact that we hide behind government legislation instead of forwarding a real defence suggests that we have no defence. We are safer from bad ideas when we attack the idea, not criminalise the proponent.

The deeper, more philosophical problem with banning ideas instead of disproving them is that it promotes wrong perceptions of authority. The government has decided that this idea is wrong, or unhealthy, and the government will enforce this. But the government is not the proper authority on truth. The truth or value of an idea does not comes from the government, or from any other institution.  This is dangerous is because governments change and governments can get it wrong. If a modern government can ban fascism today, why can’t a future government ban democracy later?

No, governments do not establish truth, and therefore they should not patrol truth. Reality determines truth, and we discover reality through facts and reasoning. Therefore we should depend on these to silence the bad and the wrong ideas.

This can be uncomfortable. It can mean that ideas many find extremely painful, like the idea that the Armenians were not murdered en masse, get a lot of publicity or even acceptance. It can mean that we have to deal with political or social opponents whose philosophy we know is truly terrible, like fascists.

But to silence these ideologies by law is the lazy option, and an option which is opposed to truth and freedom. Which is ironic- it was our dedication to truth and freedom which led us to oppose ideas like fascism and genocide denial in the first place.

There is a thought which stops thought. That is the only thought which ought to be stopped.
-GK Chesterton

It Might Be The End of the World But Don’t Act Like It!

It’s 2012. So naturally it’s cliché to write about the end of the world.

Personally, I’m agnostic about doomsday. It was supposed to end in 1992, and then in 2011, and then in 2011 again (those predications all by Harold Camping). And now it’s slated for 2012. The Mayans didn’t really know that the world would end in 2012- but I guess it might. A broken clock is right twice a day after all.

But “end of the world” type discussions often bring up a different question.

What would you do if you only had one day left to live? If the world ended tomorrow, what would you do today?

The correct answer is of course to say you would spend more time with friends and family; focusing more on your loved ones and less on money and possessions.

That’s very cute, and true too. I know I would do that if I had one day left to live.

But if I lived “as if each day was my last” I would end up spending a disproportionate amount of time with my lawyer organising wills and legacies. That’s hardly the way to live a life.

There is an element of truth to the saying “Live each day as if it was your last”. That truth is each life has a purpose. That purpose can be love or it could be money (or it could be something else). But it needs to be a good purpose. There is nothing worse than a wasted life. Remember this.

But there is no better way to waste a life than to “live each day as if it was your last”. It would be like having the attention span of a goldfish, never doing anything for long enough for it to become meaningful, because tomorrow will never come.

“Hi I’m Dory, can we spend some time together- OMG THE END OF THE WORLD!- Oh hi, I’m Dory and I want to strengthen our relationship- DOOMSDAY OMG WE’RE ALL GOING TO DIE!” and on and on and on.

Relationships take time to build. If each day was your last, you wouldn’t have the time to build the strong, stable and beautiful friendships that only years of fellowship can create. The best purpose is one that you hold for many years, because then it will deepen and mature and blossom for longer, and have greater impact.

Personally I do not think that family and friends are the best long-term purpose for a life anyway, because friends and family members die, move away and become estranged. You cannot build lasting purpose around people because people do not last.

Whatever you build your life around, it needs to last. And you need the urgency of a dying man to stick to that purpose and avoid distractions. It’s a balancing act.

Make a Joyful “Noise” To the Lord

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Some weeks, I operate the sound system at church. To put it on the record, I am not a musical person. Everybody else in my family is at least capable of playing a musical instrument: I cannot sing, I cannot play, and I have no ear for musical notes. In short, I am musically retarded.

However, I do enjoy the sound desk and I understand the more technical (not that it’s that technical) side alright, so it’s all good. Last Sunday I was operating the sound system and had a friend sitting next to me running the powerpoint (I was teaching her how to run the sound and the powerpoint- she shows much promise!). Afterwards, we were talking about how it went and she joked that she’d be happy to do it again, but only if I didn’t sing! Apparently during the worship she could really tell that my voice was  a) too deep, b) out of tune and c) wavering. In short, that it sounded very bad!

I wasn’t really surprised.

Then this morning my sister, Jessica found this music clip entitled Christmas Carol Nightmare. It made me feel much better about my singing abilities. Listen to the clip. It’s hilarious. In fact, before you read on, do listen to it. It’s three minutes of the worst singing I have ever heard. It was laugh-out-loud quality.

Also, check out the comment thread.

One commenter who really got me thinking, said:

 a) this is why I don’t sing in church.
b) This is the guy behind me.

So what about singing during the worship in church? Is it best left to those who can actually sing? Or should people who can’t sing (like me!) sing a little quieter, maybe, if only to preserve peace and harmony in the body of Christ?

It’s Christmas time. It’s probably the time of year that we pay most attention to what we sing. It’s also the year we might sing the most songs in church, or at least trundle out our most beloved favourites. And why do we sing?

We sing to glorify God. I used to find it hard to understand why singing platitudes about how nice God is makes God happy, as if He’s some sort of massive egoist up in the clouds. But we sing, like we do everything else, to tell God, to admit to Him and to declare, that He is in charge. That we recognise that He is:

Wonderful, Counselsor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.

In the old days the servants and subjects of a great king or lord would go to the throne room and bow there to recognise that the king was in charge. Today, Christians go to church and sing songs, hymns and yes, carols, to recognise that “The LORD, He is God!”

So while my singing voice is still a little embarrassing for me (and probably painful for those in the immediate vicinity) I’m not going to stop singing along with the worship, because it was never about the singing. It’s about praising and recognising God. And we can do that in any tune.

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