Theology and Apologetics

Feb 18, 2016 by

Augustine

I spend a lot of my day reading and studying Apologetics and Christian Theology. There are a lot of reasons why I find the studies of these two subjects interesting. Theology helps me to better understand the concepts of God and the nature of religious ideas. The Bishop of Hippo, Augustine, defined theology as “reasoning or discussion concerning the Deity.”  Theologians use various forms of analysis and argument (philosophical, ethnographic, historical, spiritual and others) to help understand, explain, test, critique, defend or promote any of myriad religious topics.

I study Apologetics because the Bible commands that all believers:

Be prepared to give an answer to everyone who asks you to give the reason for the hope that you have. But do this with gentleness and respect, keeping a clear conscience, so that those who speak maliciously against your good behavior in Christ may be ashamed of their slander. 1 Peter 3:15-16

Christianity is attacked, mocked, ridiculed, and challenged by many people in our society. Many have legitimate questions, while others just have a hatred of all religions, but especially Christianity. In posts to come on this blog, I will expound on these topics and more. I just wanted for now to leave you with a list of book that I am currently reading on Theology and Apologetics. I urge anyone who has questions about Christianity that they want answered honestly to read any one of these books.

Have a Blessed Day

  • What’s So Great About Christianity by Dinesh D’Souza
  • Truth Overruled by Ryan T. Anderson
  • Holy Fire by R.T. Kendall
  • Darwin’s Doubt by Stephen C. Meyer
  • The Moody Handbook of Theology 25th Anniversary Edition by Paul Enns
  • Augustine on the Christian Life by Gerald Bray

 

 

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A New Direction

Feb 12, 2016 by

A great many things have changed in my life in the last few years, and especially in the last six months or so. In what I can only assume is the result of the Holy Spirit working within me, my focus in life has moved from earthly things to spiritual things. Most of the posts in this blog have been either of a political nature or a personal nature. My old interests and activities included playing computer games, electronics hobbyist, model rocketry, reading science fiction, guns, photography and a host of other worldly things.

Now I find that my interests and time are invested more in Bible study, Theology, church service, and volunteer work. I still have an avid interest in guns and photography, along with tech., but the other worldly interests have dried up.

In short, from now on most of the posts in The Mind of Tefft will be focused on my new interests. As the narrator for the Outer Limits says: “Please stand by.”

God Bless

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Finding God

May 19, 2010 by

Subject: Father John Powell

Father John Powell, a professor at Loyola  University in  Chicago, writes about a student in his Theology of Faith class named Tommy.

Some twelve years ago, I stood watching my university students file into the classroom for our first session in the Theology of Faith. That was the day I first saw Tommy.  My eyes and my mind both blinked. He was combing  his long flaxen hair, which hung six inches  below his  shoulders. It was the first time I had ever seen a  boy with hair that long. I guess it was just coming  into fashion then. I know in my mind that it isn’t what’s on your head but what’s in it that counts;  but on that day I was unprepared and my emotions flipped. I immediately filed Tommy under “S”  for strange… very strange.

Tommy turned out to be the “atheist in residence” in my Theology of Faith course.  He constantly objected to, smirked at, or whined about the  possibility of an unconditionally loving Father/God.  We lived with each other in relative peace for one  semester, although I admit he was for me at times  a serious pain in the back pew.  When he came up at the end of  the course to turn in his final exam, he asked in  a cynical tone, “Do  you think I’ll ever find God?”

I decided instantly on a little shock therapy. “No!” I said very emphatically.

“Why not,” he responded, “I thought  that was the product  you were pushing.”  I let him get five steps from the classroom door and then called  out, “Tommy! I don’t  think you’ll ever find Him, but I am absolutely certain that He  will find you!” He shrugged a little and left my class. I felt slightly disappointed at the thought that he had missed my clever line – He will find you!  At least I thought it was clever.

Later, I heard that Tommy had graduated, and I was duly grateful.  Then a sad report came. I heard that Tommy had terminal cancer. Before I could  search him out, he came to see me. When he walked into my office, his body was very badly wasted and the long hair had all fallen out as a result of chemotherapy.  But his eyes were bright and his  voice was firm, for the first time, I believe.

“Tommy, I’ve thought about you so often; I hear you are sick,” I blurted out. “Oh, yes,  very sick. I have cancer in both lungs. It’s a  matter of weeks.”  Tommy replied.

“Can you talk about it, Tom?” I asked. “Sure, what would you like to know?” he  replied.

“What’s it like to be only twenty-four and dying?”

“Well, it could be worse.”

“Like what?”

“Well, like being fifty and having no values or ideals,  like being fifty and thinking that booze, seducing women, and making money are the real biggies in life..”

I began to look through my mental file cabinet under “S” where I had filed Tommy as strange.  It seems as though everybody I try to reject by  classification, God sends back into my life to educate me.

“But what I really came to see you about,” Tommy  said,  “is something you said to me on the last day of class.”  (He remembered!)

He continued, “I asked you if you thought I would  ever find God and you said, ‘No!’ which surprised me.  Then you said, ‘But He will find  you.’ I  thought about that a lot, even though my search for God was hardly intense at that time. (My clever  line. He thought about that a lot!).

“But when the doctors removed a lump from my groin and  told me that it was malignant, that’s when I got serious about locating God. And when the malignancy  spread into my vital organs, I really began banging bloody fists against the bronze doors of heaven. But God did not come out. In fact, nothing happened. Did you ever try anything for a long time with great effort and with no success? You get psychologically glutted, fed up with trying. And then you  quit….. Well, one day I woke up, and instead of throwing a few more futile appeals over that high brick wall to a God who may be or may not be there, I just quit.  I decided  that I didn’t really care about God, about an after life, or anything like that. I decided to spend what time I had left doing something more profitable.

I thought about you and your class and I remembered something else you had said: “The essential sadness is to go through life without loving.  But it would be almost equally sad to go through life and leave this world without ever telling  those you loved that you had loved them.”

So, I began with the hardest one, my Dad. He was reading the newspaper when I approached him. “Dad.” “Yes, what?” he asked without lowering the newspaper. “Dad, I would like to talk with you.”

“Well, talk.” “I mean.  It’s really important.” The newspaper came down three slow inches. “What  is it?”

“Dad, I love you, I just wanted you to know that.” Tommy smiled at me and said it with obvious satisfaction, as though he felt a warm and secret joy flowing inside of him. “The newspaper fluttered to the floor. Then my father did two things I could never remember him ever doing before.  He cried and he hugged me. We talked all night, even though he had to go to work the next morning. It felt so good to be close to my father, to see his tears, to feel his hug, to hear him say that he loved me.”

“It was easier with my mother and little brother. They  cried with me, too, and we hugged each other, and started saying real nice things to each other.  We shared the things we had been keeping   secret for so  many years.

I was only sorry about one thing – that I had waited so  long.  Here I was, just beginning to open up to all the people I had actually been close to.”  Then, one day I turned around and God was there. He didn’t come to me when I pleaded with Him. I guess I was like an animal trainer holding out a hoop, “C’mon, jump through.  C’mon, I’ll give you three days,  three weeks.”

“Apparently God does things in His own way and at His own hour.  But the important thing is that He was there.  He found me!  You were right…..He found me even after I stopped looking for Him.”

“Tommy,” I practically gasped, “I think you are saying something very important and much more universal than you realize.  To me, at least, you are saying that the surest way to find God is not to make Him a private  possession, a problem solver, or an instant  consolation in time of  need, but rather by opening to love.  You know, the Apostle John said that.  He said: “God is love, and anyone who lives in love is living with God and God is living in Him.”

“Tommy, could I ask you a favor? You know, when I had you in class you were a real pain.  But (laughingly) you can make it all up to me now.  Would you come into my present Theology of Faith course and tell them what you have just told me?  If I told them the  same thing it wouldn’t be half as effective as if you were to tell  it.” “Oooh.. I was ready for you, but I don’t know if I’m ready for your class.” “Tommy, think about it. If and when you are ready, give  me a call.”

In a few days Tommy called, said he was ready for the class, that he wanted to do that for God and for me.  So we scheduled a date. However, he never made it. He had another appointment, far more important than the one with me and my class. Of course, his life was not really ended by his death, only changed. He made the great step from faith into vision. He found a life far more beautiful than the eye of man has ever seen or the ear of man has ever heard or the mind of  man has ever imagined.

Before he died, we talked one last time.

“I’m not going to make it to your class,” he said. “I know, Tommy.” “Will you tell them for me? Will you tell the whole world for me?” “I will, Tommy. I’ll tell them.  I’ll do  my best.” So, to all of you who have been kind enough to read this simple story about God’s love, thank you for listening.  And to you, Tommy, somewhere in the sunlit, verdant hills  of heaven – I told them, Tommy, as best I could.

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