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Favorite Interests—Airliners
God has created humans to exercise dominion over the created order. Exercising dominion includes the ability to invent devices that allow us to bend the natural world to our use, sometimes in wonderful ways. Such machines and their products reflect the image of God in us. We often build them not merely to be useful, but also to be beautiful. Not surprisingly, people become intrigued with both the devices themselves as well as their products.
This fascination moves some people to collect intricately manufactured objects like coins or stamps. It is why some people work on cars or observe trains. Some people collect pens while others accumulate firearms. One man I know collects monkey wrenches. Rightly placed in our lives, such interests are wholesome, and they embody an aspect of what God made us to be and do.
Most of us can be drawn to more than one of these interests. We have to discipline our use of time and money so that our interests do not become obsessions. Given limited resources, we look for interests that require minimal investment. For me, one of those interests is the marvel of machines that enable people to fly.
This interest comes from my childhood, when my father worked for Capital Airlines and then for United Airlines after the two companies merged in 1961. The combined airline was the largest in the world. A perk of my father’s job was that our family could fly on passes. And we used them. I grew up flying more miles on more airplanes than most people fly during their entire lives.
Security was almost nonexistent in those days. Your friends could walk you unchallenged to your gate. And flying was a luxury. People dressed up to get on an airplane. Prices were regulated and air travel was expensive, so the airlines competed by providing services. The food was good. The first eggs Benedict I ever enjoyed was on a United Airlines 727. The meals were even good enough that sometimes the airline employees would use their passes to take their wives out to dinner—on the planes.
I was flying before I was conscious of it. The first flight that I remember took off when I was about four years old. It was on a Douglas DC-3, and it was just a short hop from Tri Cities Airport in Freeland, Michigan, to Bishop Field in Flint. I remember the roar as the twin radial engines coughed into life. I remember the airplane taxiing, and I remember being disappointed because it felt just like riding in a car. Then the craft thundered down the runway, and before I understood what was happening, all the buildings beneath me were growing smaller and smaller. It was an incredible sensation. I kept my face plastered to the window for the whole flight.
My first jet ride came a few years later. My parents roused us early in the morning as if we were going to school. But instead, we drove to the airport. We caught a quick flight to Chicago, and there we boarded a Douglas DC-8 for San Francisco. As ever, we flew first class—I didn’t even know about coach. I gazed out of the window for the entire trip. I specifically remember looking down on Yosemite National Park and on the Golden Gate Bridge. From SFO we caught a Convair 240 up to Sacramento. We were met by an uncle who drove us to Redding, where he was an engineer at the Shasta Dam.
I loved to distinguish airliner types the way that some guys loved to name cars. I used to be able to identify any commercial airliner at a glance. The propliners were always my favorites, though they were much noisier than the jets. Besides the planes I’ve mentioned, I flew at one time or another on the Lockheed Constellation and the Douglas DC-4, DC-6, and DC-7. During the mid-1960s, United installed lounges in the back of some of its DC-6 aircraft. I have good memories of sitting at a round table on a circular sofa.
The most comfortable propliner was the Vickers Viscount, a British plane powered by Rolls Royce turbo-props. Those engines whined rather than thundered, and the interior of the craft was much quieter than a piston airplane. The Viscount had roomy, comfortable seats and very large, oval windows. They were excellent for gazing at the ground. Several years ago, I bought a set of Viscount seats in an auction and gave them to my father. I still enjoy their comfort when I’m in his home.
The jets began to take over in the late 1950s. United flew Boeing 720s and Douglas DC-8s. United also flew the French-built Caravelle, which I saw but never flew on. Then Boeing came out with its 727. This incredible craft had a T-tail and three engines on the rear of the fuselage. I got my first chance to fly in one in about 1966, and it became my all-time favorite jet.
A key turning point came to the industry when Boeing introduced its 737. This stubby aircraft was made to service smaller airports, and it quickly became the workhorse of many short-to-medium length routes. Compared to the sleek 720 or DC-8, it looked ungainly. It was dubbed the “pregnant guppy” by some and the “mini-pig” by others. But the type has continued to evolve. Its designers have lengthened it, increased its wingspan, and given it larger engines. In its various permutations, it has become the most successful aircraft ever built.
The 737 and Douglas’s DC-9 pushed out the propliners. By the early 1970s they were no longer needed. Then the long-haul routes were taken over by the jumbo jets: the 747, the DC-10, and Lockheed’s Tristar. For the briefest of moments, the old luxury of air travel merged with the jet age. When I was in high school, our family flew to Honolulu on a 747. The airline’s luxury was on full display during that flight: gourmet meals, generous service, and genuine comfort.
What happened? The short answer is that Ronald Reagan deregulated the airline industry. Competition increased, prices came down, more people wanted to fly, and the airlines wanted to cram more passengers into the same space. Service plunged. Airliners became flying cattle cars. Then came 9-11, which resulted in long lines for security checks as well as a host of restrictions on what could be worn, carried, or checked.
The bad news for air travel is that the luxury and mystique are gone. The good news is that almost everybody can now afford to fly. The other good news is that flying is as safe as it has ever been, which is very safe indeed.
I still love to fly, and I still look out the airplane window like I did when I was a kid. I don’t miss the luxury all that much. But I hate the crowds, the standing in line, the security checks, the TSA pat-downs, and the cramped seating—all of these are good reasons to drive whenever I can. But I miss propliners the most. And they won’t ever be back.
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This essay is by Kevin T. Bauder, Research Professor of Historical and Systematic Theology at Central Baptist Theological Seminary. Not every one of the professors, students, or alumni of Central Seminary necessarily agrees with every opinion that it expresses.
Not Many Years
Philip Doddridge (1702–1751)
Not many years their rounds shall roll,
Each moment brings it nigh,
Ere all its glories stand revealed,
To our admiring eye.
Ye wheels of nature speed your course,
Ye mortal pow’rs, decay;
Fast as ye bring the night of death,
Ye bring eternal day.
Ye weary, heavy laden souls,
Who are oppressed sore,
Ye trav’lers through the wilderness
To Cannan’s peaceful shore.
Through chilling winds and beating rains,
the waters deep and cold,
And enemies surrounding you,
Take courage and be bold.
Though storms and hurricanes arise,
The desert all around.
And fiery serpents oft appear
Through the enchanted ground.
Dark nights and clouds and gloomy fear—
And dragons often roar—
But while the gospel trump we hear,
We’ll press for Canaan’s shore.
Matters of Doubt
A friend recently forwarded a copy of A. T. Pierson’s little history of the Keswick Movement. I had read this work some years ago when I was more favorably disposed toward Keswick influences than I am now. But at my friend’s urging, I read it again. In particular, he asked that I pay attention to what Pierson (and Keswick) had to say about “matters of doubt.”
When I hear this expression, Romans 14 and 1 Corinthians 8-10 leap to my mind. In the former passage, Paul is discussing whether New Testament believers can eat and enjoy food that was prohibited by the Old Testament law. In the latter, he takes up the ethics of eating meat that has been offered to idols. In both cases, Paul refuses to give a straightforward yes-or-no answer. Instead, he lists principles to be weighed in making choices that honor God. He makes allowances for circumstances under which honest believers might see these issues differently.
But that is not what Pierson is writing about. Instead, he appears to be thinking partly of a range of Puritanical, revivalistic, or cultural taboos that some previous generations recognized as standards to which Christians must conform. Among these he singles out specific “doubtful amusements” that, while not biblically forbidden, nevertheless “bear a distinctly worldly stamp.” Here he includes theater, opera, dancing, card playing, drinking wine, and racing.
But Pierson’s concern is not limited to these cultural taboos. He widens his scope to include any practice done “primarily to please one’s self.” Such practices, he says, “put at risk” pleasing God. They are not demonstrably wrong in themselves, but they focus one’s attention on oneself. As Pierson puts it, “To consult self-gratification and self-glorification is in itself an unwholesome and an unholy habit.” He reduces these pleasures to three categories, namely, those of ambition, avarice, and appetite. His philosophy seems to be that the more appealing any activity is, the more important it becomes to avoid that activity.
Why does Pierson dub these activities as doubtful? He never actually says. As nearly as I can tell, it is because he admits that Scripture nowhere condemns these activities, but he and his friends entertain reservations about them. The activities are doubtful because they are doubtful to him. He is willing to bring his moral hesitation to bear as an instrument for judging the spiritual development of those he encounters. A person who engages in the activities that he finds doubtful must be given to self-glory, self-display, and self-indulgence.
I find all of this to be wrong-headed. Granted, we must derive moral imperatives from biblical principles as well as biblical precepts. For that reason, some of the items on Pierson’s list may well prove spiritually corrosive. Theater, for example, can insert wrong perspectives and inordinate affections into the soul at a level below conscious reflection. But any analysis of the morality of theater must go well beyond the simplistic assertion that it is “not found associated with an advanced type of piety or of fruitful service.”
I also admit the possibility that some of the items on Pierson’s list may be biblically prohibited. Odds-on, I find it more than likely that the Bible forbids the beverage use of drinks that produce intoxication when consumed in normal quantities. If that is so, then such practices must be avoided, not because of some nebulous affect upon “an advanced type of piety or of fruitful service,” but simply because they are wrong. In other words, they are not doubtful at all.
Pierson may see other items on the list as doubtful because of their associations. He does not make that argument in this little book, but I have often heard it made by people who shared his concerns. According to this reasoning, playing Pinochle or Yahtzee may not be wrong per se, but these games should be avoided because cards and dice are also used in gambling. Innocent gaming could lead to a temptation to gamble, or it might lead other people to judge that you are gambling.
But I don’t think that any of these factors is the core of Pierson’s concern. The more I have read Keswick literature, the more I see another consideration coming to the surface. There seems to be an underlying assumption that the enjoyment of anything but God Himself is wrong. Technology, art, nature, and even family must be kept at a distance unless they can be directly tied to some devotional agenda or some utility of ministry.
For example, Pierson wrote during the infancy of automobile racing. It was a time when young men would thunder their machines around dirt tracks. Watching that sport would have been a captivating experience, with the roar of engines drowning out the human voice and the racers jostling for position. In the absorption of the moment, one might forget oneself. One might even forget to think about God. One can understand why Pierson might think that absorbing amusements like racing must be avoided.
A string quartet might offer a different kind of noise, but if well-written and well-performed, it could be equally captivating. To Pierson, however, it must have seemed self-indulgent. The same could be said about reading a gripping novel. Or viewing a magnificent waterfall or mountain range.
I am not suggesting that Pierson himself never enjoyed any of these things. Indeed, he effervesces about the delightful landscape around Keswick. But he was there for the conference. Would he ever have traveled to Keswick just to see the landscape?
God has created a world of magnificence and beauty. He has put within humans the ability to produce exquisite and intricate works. Such things are God’s gifts to humanity. Somehow, the pleasures of family, technology, art, and nature must be compatible with the pleasures of God. Indeed, we cannot claim to enjoy God if we despise His good gifts.
This is the point that Pierson fails to acknowledge. Given his perspective, such activities create doubts in his mind, so they must be “doubtful.” If they are doubtful, they must be avoided—not only by him, but by all. At this point, Pierson’s philosophy and theology have strayed far from what can be found in the Bible. In my experience, many who follow Keswick have taken to heart its rejection of “doubtful matters.” That is a rejection I cannot share.
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This essay is by Kevin T. Bauder, Research Professor of Historical and Systematic Theology at Central Baptist Theological Seminary. Not every one of the professors, students, or alumni of Central Seminary necessarily agrees with every opinion that it expresses.
Lord, Thy Glory Fills the Heaven
Richard Mant (1776–1848)
Lord, thy glory fills the heaven;
Earth is with its fullness stored;
Unto thee be glory given,
Holy, holy, holy Lord!
Heaven is still with anthems ringing;
Earth takes up the angels' cry,
Holy, holy, holy, singing,
Lord of hosts, thou Lord most high.
Ever thus in God's high praises,
Brethren, let our tongues unite,
While our thoughts his greatness raises,
And our love his gifts excite:
With his seraph train before him,
With his holy church below,
Thus unite we to adore him,
Bid we thus our anthem flow.
Lord, thy glory fills the heaven,
Earth is with its fullness stored;
Unto thee be glory given,
Holy, holy, holy Lord!
Thus thy glorious name confessing,
We adopt the angels' cry,
Holy, holy, holy, blessing
Thee, the Lord our God most high!
The Bible Faculty Summit 2026
This past week, Central Seminary was privileged to host the annual Bible Faculty Summit. This meeting has been going on for about thirty years now. It grew out of a collaboration between David Doran and Bob Jones III. Both men led institutions of higher learning, and both wanted to provide ways for their professors of Bible and theology to sharpen one another.
In those days, few fundamentalist schools had sought accreditation. Fewer still encouraged participation in the learned societies such as the Evangelical Theological Society, the Evangelical Philosophical Society, the Society for Biblical Literature, or the American Academy of Religion. Exceptions did exist: Maranatha Baptist Bible College gained regional accreditation at about that time, and schools such as Faith Baptist Bible College and Central Baptist Theological Seminary had professors who participated in the societies. Detroit Baptist Theological Seminary was also publishing a peer-reviewed journal. Still, a need existed for conversation and friendly critique between schools who shared fundamentalist commitments.
The effort was an instant success. When I first heard about the Faculty Summit, I was a doctoral student and church planter in Texas. My first thought was how much I wished I could attend and to interact with the best minds in mainstream fundamentalism.
It was only a few years later that I became a professor at Central Baptist Theological Seminary. One of the blessings of that employment was that the seminary paid the way for teachers to attend the Faculty Summit every year. The first one I went to was at Detroit Baptist Theological Seminary, which was then under the presidency of Rolland McCune.
During those years, a different school would volunteer to host the Summit each year. The host school would provide housing and meals for all participants. It would also decide which sister schools to invite. Topics for papers would be approved ahead of time, and anybody was welcome to submit a suggestion.
Naturally, the Summit moved around quite a bit. Besides Detroit, I remember meeting at Bob Jones University, Clearwater Christian College, Piedmont Baptist College, Maranatha Baptist Bible College (later University), Faith Baptist Bible College, International Baptist College, and Northland Baptist Bible College (later University). I also recall meetings at Baptist Bible Seminary in Clarks Summit, Pennsylvania, and at Calvary Bible College in Kansas City. Participating institutions included most of the schools in mainstream Baptist fundamentalism, plus several interdenominational schools, Presbyterians like Geneva Reformed Seminary, and Wesleyans like God’s Bible College.
The meetings of the Summit provided an unprecedented platform for theological conversation among fundamentalists. They also provided an occasion for professors from different schools to form lasting friendships. I am grateful for the individuals who I met and for the relationships that developed mainly because of these exchanges. It was at the Faculty Summit that I first met Rolland McCune, Bob Bell, Ray Pratt, Jonathan Pratt (who is now my dean), Robert McCabe, Philip Brown, Rod Decker, William Combs, Gerald Priest, Clay Nuttall, Carl Martin, Reggie Kimbro, and many others. Knowing these men has enriched my life, and I am deeply grateful for them.
Several years ago, it appeared that the Summit meetings were flagging. The problem was the lack of any ongoing organization or structure. The continuity of the meetings depended upon institutions volunteering to plan and host the event year by year. Thanks to the energetic efforts of Jeff Straub and Mark Ward (among others), a permanent committee was created to plan the meetings year by year. Since then, most of the work has been done by Mark Ward.
Under Mark’s leadership, the Summit broadened its constituency slightly. A few pastors with research PhDs have begun to participate. Some postgraduate students from our schools have presented their current research. We have included more teachers from missionary schools in foreign countries. Simultaneously, the standards for presenting papers have tightened. These moves have been carefully thought through, and they have been effective in improving the meetings.
Now Mark has stepped down from that responsibility. This year, the group asked itself whether the ongoing meetings were still necessary. After all, most of our institutions interact with far more outside influences than they used to. Most of us are accredited. Most of our faculty members are active in learned societies, and most of them publish through a variety of venues.
The result of that discussion was that we do need to continue the Bible Faculty Summit. Even though other meetings are available to our professors, there is still great value in sharing perspectives and concerns that are unique to our little corner of the ecclesiastical world. We still value the opportunity to engage in mutual learning and critique, and we still want to grow personal and professional relationships between our institutions.
We do not know exactly the form that the Faculty Summit will take in the coming years. As with all enterprises, money is a concern. To this point, the host institution has had to bear the costs. When I was president of Central Seminary, we hosted the Bible Faculty Summit on two different occasions. That was a long time ago, but even then, the cost was over ten thousand dollars. The figure is much higher now. That is a substantial investment for schools whose financial margins are razor-thin to begin with. Furthermore, some schools can no longer provide transportation to the event for their professors.
So I’ll make a plea. If you know of someone who wants to promote responsible scholarship within the most conservative colleges, universities, and seminaries, and who has the financial capacity to provide serious help, please ask them to contact me. I would love to connect them with the planners of the Bible Faculty Summit. Their support will, in the long run, be a blessing to every church pastored by a graduate of a participating institution.
In the meanwhile, I’m glad that the Summit will be continuing. I have presented papers at different meetings, and I have regularly appreciated the critique. Every time I attend, I hear papers that introduce me to aspects of our disciplines that are entirely new to me. I enjoy renewing old friendships and networking with colleagues. I love seeing the new crop of professors joining our institutions year by year. These are all reasons to continue a good work.
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This essay is by Kevin T. Bauder, Research Professor of Historical and Systematic Theology at Central Baptist Theological Seminary. Not every one of the professors, students, or alumni of Central Seminary necessarily agrees with every opinion that it expresses.
O That the Lord Would Guide My Ways
Isaac Watts (1674–1748)
O that the Lord would guide my ways
To keep His statutes still!
O that my God would grant me grace
To know and do His will!
Order my footsteps by Thy word,
And make my heart sincere;
Let sin have no dominion, Lord,
But keep my conscience clear.
Assist my soul, too apt to stray,
A stricter watch to keep;
And, should I e’er forget Thy way,
Restore Thy wand’ring sheep.
Make me to walk in Thy commands;
‘Tis a delightful road:
Nor let my head, or heart, or hands,
Offend against my God.

