Well, BYU Education Week is over. Yesterday, responding to claims made since at least the time of the Tübingen School in the nineteenth century, I laid out a case for dating accounts of the resurrection of Christ within the New Testament all the way back into the thirties of the first century AD. There is, thus, I contended, little time for a “myth” of the resurrection of have grown up. The story of the empty tomb and the resurrection was, I argued, part of the earliest Christian kerygma or preaching.
Today’s presentation sought to set forth the logical possibilities for Joseph Smith and the purported plates of the Book of Mormon — e.g., he never had them, or he did; if he never had them, he either knew that he didn’t have them or imagined that he did have them; and so forth. I also laid out my reasons for eliminating most of the logically conceivable options.
I continued the day with a couple of meetings related to The Interpreter Foundation and a good Mexican dinner in Midway, and am now about to relax with a movie in which lots of things blow up. I’m too tired tonight for subtlety.
Posted from Park City, Utah