This is a preliminary summary of the ongoing discussion on Mike Macon’s blog regarding the scriptural inerrancy, as well as some personal commentary.

Like anyone who has to write in order to find out what he is thinking, I can only say what I hope this piece will be. If it goes the way I hope it might, it should have more than a nodding acquaintance with the True Myth thread. What will become apparent quite quickly, and might as well be confessed now, is that I have done very little study of the history or essential nature of myth as a literary form. Which is not to say that my affection for myth and respect for its role is stylistic, rather that this respect arises from a sense of how deeply we are, individually and socially, susceptible to and in deep need of mythic narrative.

In our community gathering of this Sunday past, at one point we stood around one of five worship stations where we gave focused attention to God who is Eternal Word, Trinity, and Creator by listening to a high-volume rendition of Joseph Haydn’s, The Creation, Chorus and Trio No.14. “The heavens are telling the glory of God,” shouts the chorus in full-voiced opulence, and the trio explains more fully that thus “the word gets out through all the world, sounding in every ear, stranger to no tongue.” The orchestral colouring of crisp brass and tight percussion add a sense of emphatic punctuation that even the best grammatical exegesis can hardly match. It was, for most of us there, one of those moments. “Epiphany” is not too strong a word.