The 3 Laws and Mom With a Rock

Why stoning was seldom, if ever, used in OT times.

Interesting Bible study this morning: The Old Testament (Torah), apparently offers up three distinct types of law.

(1) Moral Law - The Ten Commandments
(2) Ceremonial Law - The Temple services, ceremonies and feast days
(3) Civil Law - The finer points of law which govern a nation-state as they are interpreted by the moral law.

The moral law represented the absolute moral do's and don't of the Judeo-Christian religion. The ceremonial law was designed to predict and remind worshipers that the deliverer was coming. Finally, the Civil Law was to be the operating system for the new Hebrew Nation. You should remember, though, that the Civil Law was just based on the moral law, but also worked out a working relationship between moral laws and deeply ingrained cultural practices of the time as well. The Civil Law is intended to handle criminal and civil issues not covered directly in the moral ten commandment law. I mean somebody needs to come up with some kind of a civil legal code or the cops won't be able to write parking tickets for people who leave their camels blocking the Temple door or allow them to poop on their neighbors' cabbage patches.

Remember that the Hebrews were coming off 400 years of slavery in Egypt. They weren't really used to all this liberty that God was offering them. The law was designed as a teaching tool to encourage them to be independent, self-actuated independent people. A quick look at the modern nation of Israel will show you how well that worked. The civil law often played justice and mercy off against one another to arrive at a more balanced legal system that might appear at a cold reading might indicate.


Case in Point: There is an Old Testament civil law providing for the stoning of sons and daughters (specifically adult sons and daughters) who disrespected their parents. Pretty brutal, huh?  This law would include all sorts of disrespecting of the parental units including abusing your parents, rendering them homeless, stealing their money, etc.. Along with this law and it's rather grim punishment for conviction, there was a provision for an extended punishment phase of the judicial process. You could only stone a disobedient offspring if you got the final approval of the child's parents. I would imagine that that particular legal requirement made for some pretty dramatic court scenes.

In other words, they could on kill you IF your Mom said it was okay. What kind of sick thing would you have to do to your mommy that would cause her to pick up a rock and bash you with it. The law, by all accounts was rather successful at deterring children from rudely shipping their parents off to Canaanite nursing homes or moving into the house and taking all their money from them. This was a rather brilliant interpretation of the fifth commandment by civil law. The consequence of this law was that there was not one single recorded case in Scripture of a son or daughter being stoned for lipping off at their mums.

This proves the adage that the best sort of law is one whose penalties need never be enforced. Wouldn't it be lovely if, instead of writing 2000 pages of laws on how close you are allowed to build your garden fence to the street curb, we put a lot more effort into making our laws simpler and wiser?


Just one man's opinion,

© 2014 by Tom King

The Instructions - Read 'Em and Weep (Or Don't)

(c) 2012 by Tom King

Practically everything you buy, be it a television set, a drill press, a folding lawn chair or a bag of fertilizer, comes with an instruction sheet or, in some cases, a printed manual. Instructions are written by those who engineered the product amd provided in multiple languages so that you, the customer, may follow said instructions and obtain the best results when using their product.

So what do we all do?  We pitch the instructions and just start using whatever it is in whatever manner we think makes sense to us.  Then, we wonder why better than 80% of the stuff we return to the store as "broken" or "damaged" or "non-working" actually still works perfectly.

Manufacturers, software designers and tool-makers have begun to realize that no matter how well something works, no matter how perfectly designed it is, if it doesn't work like people think it's supposed to, the item will fail to sell. I get tons of really neat stuff really cheap from places like Big Lots. They sell stuff that works just fine, but which failed to sell.  I can guess with confidence that the reason the stuff didn't sell, was mostly because it didn't work like people thought it should and nobody bothered to read the instructions or the description on the box.

People live in a mental rut where little independent thought is necessary. I caught my friend sprinkling Miracle-Gro around the bushes in her front flower bed. This is not how Miracle-Gro should be used. It's designed to be dissolved in water.

"I'm going to water it later," she protested. 

So, she's fixing to surround these little freshly trimmed bushes with a water soluble fertilizer in an unknown strength and she didn't read the box to figure out whether this type of fertilizer is even good for those types of bushes. It seemed like it ought to work like she was using it, so she did.  If, later, the bushes shrivel up and die, it will, of course be Miracle-Gro's fault despite the fact that she used the stuff in a manner not recommended by the manufacturer on a plant that may or may not have been the sort of plant Miracle-Gro was designed for. 

She is, however, obeying a principle that a majority of us live by without thinking about it:

Things should work the way I think they ought to.

What engineers are having to do to cope with all this mental sloth is called "intuitive design". Increasingly engineers and designers are striving to create products that we don't have to think about to use. I'm not sure this is entirely a good thing. I think intuitive design will eventually atrophy our brains. If we never have to learn how to use a tool; if we set out televisions down in front of the wall and the cables all snake out the back and automatically plug themselves in; if our cars fill themselves up with gas while changing their own oil and tires; if our cell phones start talking to us like we're three year olds and too stupid to figure out how to call our mama's without prompting, then I weep for the future of mankind.

The phenomenon extends to religion as well. The Catholic Bible Federation did a survey that found that in some countries, fewer than 20 percent of avowed Christians have picked up their Bibles to read them in the past six months. There's a whole species of so-called Christians out there who call themselves by the name of Christ, but actually base their beliefs more on what they see in movies and on television than they do from the original source material.

They just don't bother to read the manual!

It's little wonder so much of what passes for modern Christianity gets its doctrine from Greek mythology, Eastern mysticism, pagan rites and festivals, movie theology and pop psychology.  We have a vague idea that when we die, we spend some time as angels and then get reincarnated - something not found in the Bible, but in an Albert Brooks movie. We believe that when a bell rings an angel gets its wings - Frank Capra 2:3.  We think the Easter bunny comes from the Bible or imagine God is some avuncular old geezer who's not above playing pranks on us to teach us to take care of the planet better, promote cultural diversity or whatever other Hollywood talking point is hot at the time.

It's little wonder so many people reject Christianity. So many Christians have no idea what they believe and those who dislike Christianity see them for the befuddled hypocrites they are. 

Read the manual for cying out loud, people!  Life works the way the designer intended it to, not the way you think it ought to.

Just one man's opinion,

Tom


References:

Designing for People Who Have Better Things To Do With Their Lives by Joel Spolsky

Not an Easy Read: Survey Indicates Bible Hard to Understand By Cindy Wooden