Oct. 13, 2024, column from the Amarillo Globe-News:

'Confronting Christianity' tackles 12 hard questions of faith

By Mike Haynes

                I’m not going to call Rebecca McLaughlin “the new C.S. Lewis.” Few could disagree that Lewis was the foremost defender of Christianity of the 20^th century; his is the name to which later Christian apologists most often are compared.

                McLaughlin certainly has given much to 21^st century efforts, however, to explain and promote Jesus

Christ to unbelievers and urge churchgoers to consider Christian walks more in line with scripture.

                On the recommendation of my friend Mark in Florida, I listened to a podcast featuring McLaughlin, a Christian writer, speaker and teacher. It led me to read her 2019 book, “Confronting Christianity: 12 Hard Questions for the World’s Hardest Religion.”

                I’m glad I did.

                “Confronting Christianity” was “Christianity Today” magazine’s 2020 book of the year, and for good reason. McLaughlin uses her extensive knowledge of theology, history, sociology and science to present convincing answers to those 12 questions – managing to quote Lewis a few times along with a myriad of historical and current academics from atheists to committed Christians.

McLaughlin herself is intriguing. She’s English (the accent got my attention right away) with a doctorate in Renaissance literature from Cambridge University and a degree in theological and pastoral studies from Oak Hill Theological College in London.

                The scholarly Brit married Bryan, a guy from Oklahoma, after they met in graduate school at Cambridge, and they now live in what she called “New Cambridge,” the one in Massachusetts. Her husband, who also has Ph.D. after his name, is a medical researcher.

Rebecca McLaughlin

                McLaughlin spent nine years with the Veritas Forum, where she equipped Christian professors to speak about the relation of their faith to their work. She co-founded Vocable Communications, which coaches professionals in communication based on academic research. “Confronting Christianity” was published in association with the Gospel Coalition.

                The book takes the 12 questions – including “Doesn’t Christianity Crush Diversity?” and “How Could a Loving God Allow So Much Suffering?” and refutes common assumptions not only with logic, but with compassion.

A key topic is “How Can You Say There’s Only One True Faith?” One of McLaughlin’s replies addresses the current popularity of saying, “I have my truth, and you have your truth.” She wrote, “Physicist Neil deGrasse Tyson famously quipped to Stephen Colbert, ‘The good thing about science’ is that ‘it’s true whether or not you believe in it.’” She adds, “But this is not limited to science: it’s the good thing about truth. Period.”

McLaughlin uses the “central truth claim on which Christianity stands or falls” to point out that the three major religions that claim one God cannot all be 100 percent true. “Christians believe that Jesus rose from the dead,” she wrote. “Muslims believe that Jesus did not die, but that he was instead taken up into heaven. Jews (and atheists and agnostics, for that matter) believe that Jesus died and remained dead. These claims are mutually exclusive. … (T)o say that all religions are equally true is to lose our grip on history.”

Although C.S. Lewis’ lines of reasoning were based on his deep knowledge of the Bible, he used few direct scripture references in his books. McLaughlin takes a different approach. Her book is filled with the Old and New Testaments, plus a four-page scripture index at the back. Regarding Jesus’ divinity, she quotes him from John 14:6 – “I am the way, and the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me” – and highlights his actions, such as not only healing the paralyzed man whose friends lowered him from the roof of a house to reach Jesus but telling him, “Son, your sins are forgiven.” (Mark 2:5)

She quotes Jesus again: “I am the resurrection and the life. Whoever believes in me, though he die, yet shall he live, and everyone who lives and believes in me shall never die.” (John 11:25-26). And she paraphrases Lewis: “This is not the teaching of a good man. … (T)his is the teaching of an egotistical maniac or an evil manipulator, or God in the flesh.”

Coming from Cambridge University and living near Harvard, McLaughlin has many scientist friends. (She also is married to one.) She took advantage of some of them in considering the question, “Hasn’t Science Disproved Christianity?”

One long paragraph lists 11 professors at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, near her home, who are Christians at “the sacred temple of scientific endeavor.” “If science has disproved Christianity, no one has thought to notify them!” she writes.

McLaughlin places high value on science, but she compares the fact-finding of science to the meaning-seeking of religion. The first book of the Bible is not primarily concerned with science, she says. “As a Christian, I believe that every detail of the creation accounts in Genesis is inspired by God and that these opening chapters are the first course in the Bible’s feast of foundational answers to our deepest questions: Who are we? What does life mean? And how do we relate to God and to each other?”

The book quotes Russell Cowburn, a Cambridge experimental physics professor:  “Understanding more of science doesn’t make God smaller. It allows us to see His creative activity in more detail.”

“Confronting Christianity” doesn’t just spew out facts and arguments. McLaughlin’s book examines the heart and human feelings as much as intellectual issues, especially in chapters such as “Isn’t Christianity Homophobic?”, where she is straightforward about her own attraction to women since childhood but believes her relationship with Christ is far more important. She writes that as significant as male-female marital bonds are to God, brotherly and sisterly connections between Christian friends might be just as worthy.

                “Like marriage and like parenthood,” she writes, “(friendship) is another way in which God manifests
an aspect of his love for us.”

                This book lays out why Christianity is the best foundation for race relations, women’s concerns, morality and other modern cultural issues. It doesn’t directly address politics, but I wish many would read it before the upcoming election. I suspect McLaughlin’s 2021 book, “The Secular Creed: Engaging Five Contemporary Claims,” would be even more helpful for that purpose.

                “Confronting Christianity” effectively hits the major objections to following Christ. My Florida friend and I don’t need convincing, but many do.

Sept. 15, 2024, column from the Amarillo Globe-News

Fixing injury starts on inside - including spiritually

By Mike Haynes

                My memory is hazy, but I do remember some things from Oct. 27, 1967. I was a high school junior playing for my hometown McLean Tigers. I was a guard on offense and I think the same on defense. Out on the field at Silverton, I didn’t notice how cold it was. But I sure did after I hurt my knee.

                It was on a punt. It could have been the one that my teammate, Earnest Smith, ran back 75 yards for the game’s first touchdown, but I’m not sure. All I remember is being in the open, probably looking for somebody to block, when a Silverton Owl hit the side of my right leg. I went down, and the next thing I knew, I was sitting on the sideline on an equipment box or something else close to the ground. And when you’re inactive on a freezing night, you’re shivering.

                By the way, Earnest also was hurt that night; he broke his collarbone.

                In the locker room changing clothes after our 20-8 victory, my legs were bare. Coach Fred Hedgecoke looked at my right knee and asked, “Is your other knee that big?” The right one definitely was swollen.

After limping around for a few weeks I tried to play basketball, but the knee collapsed in practice when I came down from a layup. So I had surgery to remove cartilage. These days they call that meniscus surgery, and it usually is simpler, arthroscopic surgery rather than the more invasive operation that I had.

Today, athletes return to competition after that kind of injury, but back then, it ended my football career. My senior season, I was in the press box writing about the games for The McLean News.

                My knee did well for a couple of years. I just had two small scars outside, and the inside damage wasn’t bothering me much. Then I strained it on a ski slope, and for decades I hobbled on my bad knee.

                Dr. Charles Sadler had done a good job removing that damaged cartilage, but the inner workings of the knee weren’t the same. Through the decades, the “bone-on-bone” joint got worse. When Kathy and I took a trip to New England in 2023 and I was lagging behind our tour group, plus having trouble going up and down the steps of the tour bus, I decided it finally was time to go to the doctor.

                The X-ray showed my thigh bone wasn’t lined up with the shin bone; it was off center. Dr. Reagan Crossnoe told me the condition of my knee was “horrible.” So on Feb. 23, 2024, Dr. Crossnoe replaced that right knee with metal and plastic – 56 years, three months and 28 days after that Silverton Owl had delivered a blow to it. This time, the joint wasn’t just improved; I had a new knee.

                For 5½ decades I had managed to get around, sometimes better than others. But the state of the knee on the inside just wasn’t going to let me maneuver anywhere close to normal.

                Jesus told the scribes and Pharisees they were “like whitewashed tombs which on the outside appear beautiful, but inside they are full of dead men’s bones and all uncleanness. So you too, outwardly appear righteous to people, but inwardly you are full of hypocrisy and lawlessness.” (Matthew 23:27-28, NAS)

                Other than a slight limp, I didn’t let my bad knee affect what I did. I tried to fake a successful gait. But the mechanism inside didn’t allow a clean movement, and it got worse over time. When I was confronted with a staircase during the past few years, I immediately drifted to the handrail on the right (if there was one) to brace my right knee as I went up or down. And I was more steady if I put one foot, then the other, on each step. It definitely delayed my progress.

                I couldn’t get around like I wanted because of the jumbled up arrangement of the bones and the lack of cartilage. The surgeon needed to clean out the old and give me something new.

                “Create in me a clean heart, God, and renew a steadfast spirit within me.” (Psalm 51:10, NAS) Like my knee, just trying to fix our behavior from outside might not be the best answer to our problems as we navigate through life. God wants us to have a completely new attitude, an entirely fresh point of view. Only he can provide that as we let Jesus save us from our sinful lives.

                “Therefore if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; the old has passed away, behold, the new has come.” (2 Corinthians 5:17, RSV)

                Our friend Tommy posted this comment from Oswald Chambers on Facebook:

The columnist had no trouble climbing these stairs
in a tower at Caernarfon Castle in Wales in July
2024. (Photo by Kathy Haynes)

“The expression of Christian character is not good doing, but God-likeness. If the Spirit of God has transformed you within, you will exhibit divine characteristics in your life, not good human characteristics. God’s life in us expresses itself as God’s life, not as human life trying to be godly.”

When I asked Dr. Crossnoe what kind of improvement I could expect in negotiating stairs with a knee replacement, he replied, “Dramatic.” Faced with a steep, wide staircase on a trip to the British Isles four months after the surgery, I walked straight up and down the middle with my hands free, just one foot on each step. In a tall English castle tower, I was confident on winding, stone steps.

                Many of us have suffered injuries that didn’t happen on a football field. They are emotional or mental pains that hinder our life journeys. If we would let God give us new, faithful hearts like a doctor replaces a knee, our spiritual walks would be much more smooth and confident.

 Aug. 11, 2024, column from the Amarillo Globe-News:

Historical sites let visitors stand in a moment of time

By Mike Haynes

                Sometimes, history is right in front of you.

                If you’ve been to the Alamo or to Washington, D.C., you know what I’m talking about. Kathy and I have been blessed to stand in places where important events happened or where legendary people walked. This summer, we added our footsteps to some historic spots in Great Britain.

     

           The Viking ocean cruise that we had anticipated for two years took us to a different port every day around the British Isles, and every day we visited fun or significant sites with tour guides to explain what we were seeing. I don’t know how much British history that American kids learn these days, but some places Kathy and I were taken to did ring bells in our memories.

                Thomas Becket was the English chancellor of the realm, and in 1162, his friend King Henry II appointed him archbishop of Canterbury. Becket started placing the church above loyalty to the king, however, and the two disagreed on such political issues as how churchmen should be tried by the courts. In 1170, Henry is said to have exclaimed, “Who will rid me of this troublesome priest?,” which prompted four knights to travel to Canterbury Cathedral, get into a tussle with Becket and murder him with their swords.

                Becket eventually became a Catholic saint, and his story has been told in poetry, theater and a 1964 movie starring Richard Burton and Peter O’Toole. His martyrdom is one reason pilgrims flocked to Canterbury for centuries, giving Geoffrey Chaucer inspiration to write “The Canterbury Tales.”

The side chapel in the cathedral where Becket was killed is open to visitors, and Kathy and I stood on the stone floor where his blood flowed. The spot is marked by a modern sculpture of red-tipped swords pointing down to an altar built long after his death.

Another day, a proper English gentleman led our tour of Chavenage House, parts of which were built in the late 1300s and most of it in the 1500s. The manor in the Cotswolds region played the “part” of Trenwith House in the recent PBS television series, “Poldark,” which Kathy and I knew going in. But we were surprised when we entered a small bedroom on the second floor and were told that Oliver Cromwell had slept there.

Cromwell, an anti-Catholic Puritan, and his parliament supporters had taken over the government from King Charles I, a devout Catholic, after the English Civil War. The king was imprisoned, and in 1648, Cromwell made the rounds of influential members of parliament to convince them to support executing Charles.

When Cromwell visited the Chavenage owner, MP Nathaniel Stephens, he stayed in the very bedroom where Kathy and I stood on the wooden floor. Last month, it was decorated with a 1640s tapestry, a smooth, metal helmet that gave the parliamentary army the nickname, “Roundheads,” and a portrait of Cromwell. Our tour guide said Stephens reluctantly agreed to the execution, and Charles was beheaded in 1649.

  We also walked into a bedroom at the huge Blenheim Palace complex where a more recent notable Englishman was born. The first duke of Marlborough led a significant military victory over the French in 1704, and English Queen Anne rewarded him with land and a new mansion, which became Blenheim Palace.

The mother of one of Marlborough’s descendants was attending a party at Blenheim in 1874 when she went into labor. The baby was Winston Churchill, later the prime minister who led England through World War II.

We walked through Churchill’s birth bedroom, which had floral wallpaper and a bed, but not the one from 1874. The famous statesman also proposed to his wife, Clementine, on the expansive palace grounds in 1908 and later said, “At Blenheim I took two very important decisions: to be born and to marry.”

My wife and I have been privileged to visit some fascinating places through the years, including Paul McCartney’s childhood home in Liverpool and Davy Crockett’s birthplace in Tennessee (despite the song, it wasn’t on a mountaintop). Probably the most remarkable, though, the hardest to put your mind around, were the places where Jesus walked.

In 2019, we toured Israel with a group from Washington Avenue Christian Church. We visited some sites where experts think Christ was present and others where his sandals almost certainly touched the ground.

A hill next to the Sea of Galilee is considered the likely place where Jesus delivered the Sermon on the

Mount. The Garden Tomb in Jerusalem could have been the place where he rose from the dead – or that momentous event could have happened at the Church of the Holy Sepulchre.

For sure, Jesus spent time in Capernaum, where our group walked in the remains of a synagogue and viewed the ruins of the house believed to be Peter’s. We didn’t see his footprints, but we know he spent time in that town. It’s mind-blowing to think about it.

 You don’t have to visit all those places to appreciate what happened in the past. And in the case of Christ, we know he’s still around.

July 28, 2024, column from the Amarillo Globe-News:

Many UK churches are repurposed sites, tourist attractions

By Mike Haynes

                A conical steeple rises high above an 1800s stone church building across the street from Newhaven Harbour at Edinburgh, the capital of Scotland. It’s one of innumerable examples of majestic architecture up and down Great Britain and a testament to centuries of Christian faith.

                But not this century.

                The beautiful building has served members of Newhaven St. Andrew’s Parish Church and Newhaven Free Church since its construction began in 1843, according to the Atlas Obscura website. Since 1994, the black, white and red sign attached to its stone façade has read, “alien rock/indoor climbing.”

                Inside, instead of a pulpit and altar, walls that reach almost to the peak of the sanctuary give customers vertical surfaces to scale. An Atlas Obscura headline says, “This repurposed church offers a more literal way to get closer to the heavens.”

                The transformed house of worship wasn’t the only one my wife, Kathy, and I saw as we circled the British Isles a few weeks ago on a Viking ocean cruise. In Inverness, the unofficial capital of the Scottish Highlands, two steeples dominate the skyline next to the River Ness. One tops another former church which now is Leakey’s Bookshop. The massive building houses thousands of used books where worshipers used to sing hymns.

                Other churches now are community centers, and even the well-known cathedrals such as the one at Canterbury, England, host many more tourists like us than people attending services.

                Church attendance in Britain and most of Europe has been on the decline for decades – with parts of the United States following that trend. I remember a gray-haired man on a public bus when Kathy and I visited Oxford in 2010. I told him we were on the way to tour the Kilns, the former home of Christian writer C.S. Lewis.

                In a British accent, the man told us he knew where Lewis’ house was but that “I don’t agree with what he stood for.”

                That’s the impression I had gotten about most of the intellectuals at Oxford, who seemed to have ignored Lewis’ Christian books as much as Lubbock ignored Buddy Holly before the 1978 movie about their favorite son became a hit.

                I don’t know what changed, but the author of “Mere Christianity” and “The Chronicles of Narnia” seems to have gained some respect in England. On Nov. 22, 2013, 50 years after his death, Lewis was honored with a memorial stone in Poets’ Corner of Westminster Abbey in London, joining literary lights such as Jane Austen, Geoffrey Chaucer, Charles Dickens and John Milton.

                 And not that it’s resulted in fuller pews in Britain, but Magdalen College, the branch of Oxford University where Lewis taught for 29 years, gives him some love these days.

                While in Oxford after our cruise, Kathy and I sought out the entrance to Magdalen (for some reason pronounced “MAUD-lin) in order to experience Addison’s Walk, which we had missed on our other trip to the university city. It’s a circular dirt path, .8-mile long, on the Magdalen grounds, where Lewis, J.R.R. Tolkien and Hugo Dyson famously discussed Christianity one evening in the early 1930s. Lewis later wrote that the conversation, continued in his room at Magdalen, led to his transition from believing in God to acceptance that Jesus is that God.

                Our afternoon walk was lovely, as Brits would say, with a stream bubbling beside the path and deer grazing in fields on both sides.

                Back at the entrance to the 566-year-old college, we were pleased to see that, along with small books about Magdalen, you could buy an eight-page pamphlet called, “C.S. Lewis at Magdalen.” It was the only publication on the shelf about a single college professor or student. We also found out there is a plaque on a wall near Addison’s Walk with a poem by Lewis and another plaque in the Magdalen Chapel memorializing the writer.

                One of our cruise ports was Belfast, Northern Ireland, where we toured the Titanic Experience museum. We didn’t have time to see it, but Belfast, the birthplace of Lewis, has a C.S. Lewis Square that features seven sculptures of characters in his “The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe.”

  

              Another port was Dublin, Republic of Ireland, where we joined scores of people filing through the 1700s Old Library to see the Book of Kells, the 1,200-year-old creation that I wrote about in this space four weeks ago. The official guide to the book calls it “a brilliantly decorated manuscript of the four Gospels.”

                Yes, we did see it for less than a minute as we moved on to let others shuffle by, but it was a little like driving across a state line and back so you can say you’ve visited that state. We were five feet from the famous book, but on that day, it was open to a less-than-impressive page showing a genealogy list, not one of the gorgeously illustrated pages showing Christ or a gospel writer.

                A high-tech, immersive video presentation in a separate building almost makes up for the disappointing, quick look at the actual book. It shows how the Book of Kells was created, how its owners eluded Viking attacks and how it ended up in Dublin.

                Visitors get more emphasis on the art value, history and significance to Ireland than on the original purpose of the ancient book, and those aspects are important. It would be nice, though, to see a little more prominence put on the story its creators were telling: the Good News of Jesus.

                Of course, that’s not surprising in modern Great Britain.

July 14, 2024, column from the Amarillo Globe-News:

Retirement can lead to more activities, adventures to enjoy

By Mike Haynes

                If there’s an expert in the Texas Panhandle on retirement, it’s my friend Dr. Mike Bellah.

                I don’t mean the finances of retiring, although Mike B. does know about that, but just retirement in general, and especially what to do after you finish your main career.

                Three of his books are “The Best Is Yet To Be” (2019), “The Best Retirement Gifts Are Free” (2021) and “1001 Fun Things To Do In Retirement” (2022), all available on Amazon. Writing those and hiking on mountains are a couple of ways the Canyon resident has stayed busy after retiring from his Amarillo College English professor gig.

                  Retirement is on my mind because my wife, Kathy, just did it. I’ve been retired from Amarillo College since 2016 – I think around the same time Mike B. took the plunge. Kathy finally left her job a month ago after a long career giving radiation treatments at Panhandle Cancer Care Center and Harrington Cancer Center.

                So our long-planned cruise around the British Isles that wrapped up July 8 turned out to be a celebration of Kathy’s retirement. (Stay tuned for me to report on spiritual aspects of that trip – probably in this space July 28.)

                One of Mike B.’s retirement themes has been getting out of the house and doing fun and productive things. He celebrates people who are playful, spontaneous and adventurous. I’m flattered that he has mentioned Kathy and me in two of his examples.

                One of his “1001 Fun Things” is to go on a Concerts at Sea cruise, which Kathy and I did in 2022. As Baby Boomers, we were thrilled to see 1960s performers such as Brian Hyland, the Fifth Dimension and Paul Revere’s Raiders. Yes, we were sad that B.J. Thomas, originally scheduled, had passed away, and disappointed that Herman’s Hermits had canceled, but Gary Puckett and the Union Gap and the Buckinghams were enjoyable replacements.

    

Florence LaRue, an original member
of the Fifth Dimension, sings with Floyd
Smith on the January 2022 Concerts
at Sea Cruise. (Photo by Mike Haynes)

            We also had a local reason for booking the cruise. Borger’s Jackson Haney, a talented musician and lead singer of Geezers Gone Wild, has performed on Concerts at Sea for a few years. The time we went, though, he had to cancel because of eye surgery.

                Author Mike B. also told his readers in “The Best Retirement Gifts…” about determination and used as an example the quest Kathy and I had to see the Northern Lights. We flew to Iceland in 2015 trying to see them. It was cloudy the whole time we were there. But the geysers and waterfalls we saw up close made the trip worth it. In 2019, we took a cruise along Norway’s coast to see the Lights. They showed up – faintly. We weren’t satisfied, although visiting Norway was delightful.

                So in 2021 we flew to Alaska, got cleared for COVID at the Fairbanks airport and went out in minus-60-degree chill factor, nighttime weather to try again. We were rewarded spectacularly with an undulating curtain of green highlighted by red. Our young tour guide agreed with us that “the heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands.” (Psalm 19:1)

                Mike B. wrote that “Dreaming is the first step in dreams-come-true. Especially if you are persistent.”

 (Yeah, I know, if we had waited until this year, we could have seen the Lights right here in the Panhandle. They weren’t as magnificent as that night in Alaska, though.)

The Northern Lights (Aurora Borealis)
showed God's glory outside Fairbanks,
Alaska, in January 2021.

                Kathy and I don’t have children, so instead of that blessing, we’ve been able to travel together, which I would say is one of our “love languages.” I’m happy that with both of us now retired, we’ll have even more time to go places together, whether it’s across the pond or to Clovis to see where Buddy Holly recorded “That’ll Be The Day.”

                And I’m grateful that after Kathy’s many years of being sweet and friendly to her patients while “knowing her stuff” professionally, she walked out of that career with nice comments from her bosses and fellow radiation therapists. I’m biased, but she deserves it tenfold.

                I know two Christian ministers who are nearing retirement, and both say they won’t really retire. One has a set date to leave the church he has pastored for almost three decades, and the other has been planning for years a way to ease himself out of his position while leaving his small church in a good place for the future. But they agree that Christians don’t retire from ministering to others.

                Kathy and I certainly don’t have trouble filling our time. She will continue volunteering with the Society for Prevention of Cruelty to Animals, cooking for friends, being involved in our church and who knows what else. I hope to keep writing about the wonderful things God is doing plus some other projects.

 
               Psalm 92:14 says that righteous people “will still bear fruit in old age; they will stay fresh and green.” And one of my favorite Bible passages is Philippians 1:6:

                “He who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus.”

                Let’s all stay fresh and green.

June 30, 2024, column from the Amarillo Globe-News:

Book of Kells illuminates gospel, enlightens public

By Mike Haynes

                I’m hoping that this year my wife, Kathy, and I will get to stand in front of the Book of Kells.

                Unless you’re a history or art buff or have followed the reproduction of the Bible through the ages, you might wonder, “What’s the Book of Kells?” And once you know, you might say, “What’s the big deal about it?”

                For me, it’s pretty big. Because of my journalism background, which has involved ink and printing, and because of my Christian commitment, I have for years been fascinated by the production process of early Bibles. I’ve seen a few copies of the original King James Bible, published in 1611 in England, and four copies of the first Bible ever printed, by Johannes Gutenberg in Germany in 1455.

                But before Gutenberg, the Word of God was transmitted by hand, usually Catholic monks toiling with quills and ink, often followed by artists embellishing the pages with colorful images.

                The Book of Kells, named for its residence for a time at the abbey of Kells, Ireland, “is commonly regarded as the greatest illuminated manuscript of any era owing to the beauty of the artwork,” according to Joshua Mark of World History Encyclopedia.

                Since 1661, the 680-page book has been on display at Trinity College in Dublin, Ireland, where we hope to see it. It attracts close to a million visitors a year to Trinity, which Queen Elizabeth I established in 1592 as a Protestant university.

                The book presents the four gospels – Matthew, Mark, Luke and John – in Latin and  illustrated stunningly. Christopher de Hamel, a Cambridge University professor and an expert on medieval manuscripts, said, “No study of manuscripts can exclude it, a giant among giants. Its decoration is of extreme lavishness and the imaginative quality of its workmanship is quite exceptional. It was probably this book which Giraldus Cambrensis, in about 1185, called ‘the work of an angel, not of a man.’”

This image from the Book of Kells shows the gospel

writer Matthew.

 
               The Book of Kells’ journey to Dublin is intriguing, too. Historians believe it was created by monks on the Scottish island of Iona around the year 800, then taken to Kells, Ireland, in 806 to keep it safe from the wave of attacks by Vikings, who first had struck Iona in 795, killing 68 monks. It could have been incomplete and finished at Kells.

                  When the anti-Catholic English leader Oliver Cromwell invaded Ireland around 1650, the book’s caretakers feared for its safety and took it to Dublin, where Bishop Henry Jones took care of it. He donated the book to Trinity College in 1661.

                Although known primarily for its elaborate artwork, the manuscript certainly had a Christian purpose. Joshua Mark wrote, “The Book of Kells is thought to have been the manuscript on the altar which may have been first used in services on Iona and then certainly was at the abbey of Kells.

“The brightly-colored illustrations and illumination would have made it an exceptionally impressive piece to a congregation, adding a visual emphasis to the words the priest recited while being shown to the people – much in the way one today would read a picture book to a small child.”

John the Evangelist is shown in this image from the

Book of Kells.

The Book of Kells exhibit at Trinity College includes much more than the book itself, which is tucked away in an atmospherically safe nook and for which photography isn’t allowed. Visitors can see videos and other displays. According to Marc Connor, an English professor and president of Skidmore College, “The exhibit also has illustrated panels that describe all the elements that went into medieval bookmaking: the creation of ink, the making of vellum, the elaborate symbols used, the monastic life in the scriptorium and much more. It’s an immersion in the medieval world of the word.”

Studying the trajectory of handwritten and printed Bibles through the centuries, I’ve been impressed with the dedication of those who have ensured that God’s Word always is available to Christians and to those whom God is pursuing. I think the Book of Kells will be a brilliant reminder of those efforts.

I’ll let you know.

June 16, 2024, column from the Amarillo Globe-News

Fathers' Day: 'Grandads' also pass along wisdom to next generation

By Mike Haynes

                Father’s Day shouldn’t be just for fathers. Let’s extend it to grandfathers, too.

                Grandfathers also are fathers, of course, but author and minister Wayne Rice wrote on the Focus on the Family website that there is a special role for them – and for grandmothers, but that’s for another day.

                The Bible makes it clear that God’s wisdom should be taught not just to the next generation, but to the next one after that and beyond. That means the old and gray are expected to pass on what they’ve learned to their grandchildren.

                Deuteronomy 4:9 says, “Only be careful, and watch yourselves closely so that you do not forget the things your eyes have seen or let them fade from your heart as long as you live. Teach them to your children and to their children after them.” (NIV)

Not everyone has the luxury of growing up close to grandparents. In our mobile society, families often move far from the “home place” so that kids see their parents’ parents only on holidays or infrequent visits. The older folks aren’t in their lives every day or even every week so that the young ones can see how they live and benefit from their guidance.

My Grandad John … (I know, the dictionary says it’s “granddad,” but “Grandad” was his name, and that’s the way we always have spelled it.) … Grandad John, my dad’s dad, did plenty of teaching and storytelling to his grandchildren and great-grandchildren.

                My Grandad Ruel, our mother’s dad, was an active businessman and died young – in 1962 at age 57 – so he wasn’t around long enough for me or my siblings to glean as much as we could have from him. The first thing that comes to mind for me is a little of his goofy humor. Sometimes I would walk by as he was watching a baseball or football game on the black-and-white TV in his den, and he would ask me, “Have you been drinking muddy water?” After I said, “No,” he would reply, “Well, you must have, because I can’t see the TV through you.”

My younger brother David did have a connection with him, though, and one of our prized family photos is of Grandad Ruel at his desk with a young David sitting in a chair next to him. I think the time he spent at Grandad’s office still is an inspiration for my brother in his own business career.

Grandad John was 95 when he died in 1997, and multiple generations lived in or near the same town for decades, so he had longer to influence us. Some of our silly, smalltown wit came down from him, and if we were paying attention, we picked up countless tips about manual labor, cowboy etiquette and integrity. Some of those lessons came through our mom and dad, but lots were directly from hearing or observing Grandad.

“Do what you’re paid to do and then some,” Grandad John would say. “It’s the ‘then some’ that gets your salary raised.”

Neither of my grandfathers were vocal with Bible instruction, but both were loyal church members who led by example. Grandad Ruel was a strong supporter of the Baptist Church, and Grandad John anchored our regular pew, second from the front on the left side, at the Methodist Church. My brother David still sometimes hands out quarters for the collection plate to his own grandchildren on that same pew, something that was a weekly practice for Grandad John.

Our grandparents and parents certainly made sure that we were in Sunday school and church to be exposed to the gospel and the Christian life.

Growing up near grandparents certainly isn’t a requirement for a fulfilling life. My wife, Kathy, was far from hers as a child; her mother’s dad was in Kentucky and her father’s dad in California. Her maternal grandfather died young after years in the Appalachian coal mines. But not having more than one generation nearby wasn’t a handicap. Kathy grew up attending church and youth groups and has a solid Christian faith.

Psalm 71:18 tells us, “Even when I am old and gray, do not forsake me, my God, till I declare your power to the next generation, your mighty acts to all who are to come.” (NIV)

Wayne Rice pointed out that “the next generation” refers to a person’s children, and “all who are to come” usually means grandchildren or even later generations. God doesn’t want people to limit their influence to their children but to keep passing it on to their children and to theirs as long as possible.

Most grandfathers – and grandmothers – don’t want to become irrelevant. Mine sure stayed in our lives. Even if some live far away from their grandkids, they can be positive influences. They still have a job to do.

June 2, 2024, column from the Amarillo Globe-News:

Memorial Day story reminds us 'The others can’t tell theirs'

By Mike Haynes

                First Lt. Coy Buell Ellison died on Aug. 2, 1944, on a World War II bombing mission over Romania. He was a navigator on a Liberator aircraft that did not return.

                Seaman 2^nd Class Johnny Leo Windom died on Nov. 25, 1944, in the Pacific theater of World War II. He was listed as missing as action before being declared killed.

                The locations of their deaths were half a globe apart, but they had started out in the same place. They were the first and last of six young men killed in the war during a three-month, three-week period – all from the town of McLean, Texas, whose population was just more than 1,400.

                Ellison, Windom and the other four were remembered this Memorial Day in an annual service at Hillcrest Cemetery on the edge of McLean, whose city limits sign now says it has 665 residents. It was a sunny day with just enough breeze to make the Stars and Stripes flutter.

                The flag was marched to the cemetery center circle by Cub Scouts and raised to the top of a pole before being lowered to half-staff. The morning’s speaker, Don Sanders, noted the scores of other, small, American flags that the Cub Scouts had placed on graves the day before.

                “It’s a privilege to see a town that supports our veterans,” said Sanders, who served in Vietnam from 1968 to 1970. He grew up in Stinnett and is a longtime member of Heald Methodist Church outside McLean.

                Sanders made clear that his faith, his mother and his “little sweetheart from McLean, Texas,” had helped him overcome “demons” that haunted him after his Vietnam experience. He had seen fellow Army servicemen undertaking dangerous tasks such as hauling napalm, and a friend from Buffalo, New York, who “had your back” had returned to the States with irreparably damaged lungs from Agent Orange.

                A chaplain had told Sanders, “God’s not through with you yet.”

“We’ll all get through this if we’re soldiers of Christ,” Sanders said. “I don’t know if it’s good for you to hear this, but it’s good for me to tell.” He referenced those who didn’t make it back. “I’m telling my story, but the others can’t tell theirs.”

Jennifer Evans, my cousin who volunteers with the Hillcrest Cemetery Association and the McLean-Alanreed Area Museum, among other community groups, is researching all 31 known McLean service members who have lost their lives from World War I on. She read short biographies of the six who died in that short 1944 time span.

Ellison is buried in the Cambridge American Cemetery in England. Windom is buried at McLean. In addition, Army Sgt. Morse Ivey of the McLean Class of 1936 was killed in action on Aug. 9, 1944, in France. Ivey, who was related to my family, is buried in the Brittany American Cemetery in France.

Navy Ensign James Everett of the McLean Class of 1940 was killed on Sept. 10, 1944, while strafing a Japanese landing field in the Philippines. A marker at McLean memorializes his life. Private 1^st Class Alton Glenn died on Oct. 8, 1944, two months after being wounded while fighting with the Marines on Guam. He was born in Wheeler County and is buried at McLean.

And Private Delmas H. Collie died on Nov. 10, 1944, on Leyte Island after suffering wounds fighting with the Marines on Guam. His grave is at McLean.

As remarkable as it is that so many lives from one small town were cut short in less than four months, the impact isn’t the numbers but the devastation on each of those six families – and on families all over the Texas Panhandle and the nation.

Bobby and Carey Richardson, two of several excellent musicians at the Hillcrest service, talked about their late brother, Staff Sgt. Kenny Richardson, who was a member of the Air Force Academy’s Wings of Blue parachute team and a survival trainer.

Kenny Richardson was killed in a parachute accident in 1999, and knowing the sense of loss his brothers feel makes their beautiful harmonic singing even more inspiring. I’ve seen them perform “Go Rest High On That Mountain” at several funerals, and their rendition was no less inspiring on Memorial Day.

 A service that included “Amazing Grace,” “How Great Thou Art” and “Far Side Banks of Jordan” led by the Richardsons, Kristen Webb, Kendalyn Richardson and Bobby Evans left some in tears, but maybe the Ernest Tubb song, “Soldier’s Last Letter,” sung by Evans, captured the moment best:

“When the postman delivered a letter, It filled her dear heart full of joy. But she didn't know till she read the inside, it was the last one from her darling boy. …

“Dear Mom, was the way that it started. I miss you so much, it went on. Mom, I didn't know that I loved you so. …

“I'll finish this letter the first chance I get, but now I'll just say I love you…

“Then the mother's old hands began to tremble, and she fought against tears in her eyes. But they came unashamed, for there was no name, and she knew that her darling had died.”