There are a lot of things we know from history. But the things we don’t know vastly outnumber them.
Yesterday evening I was in bed, taking a nap after supper, while Patty watched a documentary on the catastrophic volcanic eruption at Thera, sometime between 1642-1540 B.C. Right there we have a 102-year finagle factor.
Some scholars were trying to tie the Thera disaster to the plagues of Egypt related in the Bible. They thought the effects of the eruption could account for most of them. But of course, one of the scholars added, the whole Biblical account of Moses and the Exodus was…ahem!… “pure fiction.” He said it like he knew it for a fact.
It troubled me to hear that. Here we’ve got these sages who are held up to us as persons who know what they’re talking about. It’s almost a given that “Bible scholars” don’t believe the Bible.
In the 18th century, Bible scholars didn’t believe an Assyrian Empire ever existed. Dead wrong. In the 19th century, they didn’t believe there’d ever been a Hittite Empire. Wrong again.
Given the scope of the disaster, the Thera eruption has very little documentation. The physical evidence is very strong, but it seems the people who experienced this horrific event were too busy trying to stay alive–or too busy dying–to spend much quality time writing about it.
We don’t know which Pharaoh ruled Egypt in Moses’ time. The Egyptians excelled at declining to document events that made them look weak or helpless. Maybe Thera had something to do with the plagues, and maybe it didn’t.
I take the Bible as truth, even if I don’t always understand it. But it seems we’re living in an age of unbelief: and I would say that accounts for all the sorrier aspects of this age. And as for the stuff our Wise Men do believe in–well, look at it. You don’t know whether to laugh or cry.
I believe the Bible. Period.