Feb. 18, 2009, on this blog: Why I’m peeved
I found it almost impossible to communicate with those people. We had a common vocabulary, but the words all seemed to mean different things. The accounts of creation seemed, for them, to have nothing to say about divine intent or divine affection, but only about divine technique. The story of Noah seemed to be nothing more than a complicated word problem involving the measuring of livestock capacity in cubits. The story of Adam giving names to all the animals seemed, to them, to be a reason not to learn about biodiversity.