I’m Tired of Liking Arguments
I love to watch other people argue. I’m sure that says several things about me, and most of them are probably not good. I’ve come to this realization over the last several weeks, and God codified it with me today. It’s something I’ve largely come to realize by my blog reading habits. Let’s start with James White. White is a brilliant guy, and as an apologetics resource his blog is second-to-none. However, I’ve always thought him to be a bit uncharitable at times in how he interacts with others. And to me, that hard edge has always made him more fun to read. I’ve summarized the book he did with Dave Hunt, Debating Calvinism, by telling people, ”Hunt’s an idiot and White’s a jerk, which makes it a lot of fun to read.” That’s an exaggeration, but it conveys the basic truth about why I enjoyed the book.
Recently, White’s been front and center in the dust-up over Ergun Caner’s biographical exaggerations. This has made him one bad dude in some corners of the SBC, and he’s traded barbs lately with Peter Lumpkins in particular over that and other issues. So, I started reading Lumpkins’ blog to follow the arguments. I’ve found Lumpkins to be even more uncharitable than White, with the unfortunate problem of also usually being wrong. It’s led to some reading that’s been a lot of fun in a Jerry Springer sort of way.
Then there’s the Pyromanicas blog. I tend to look at those guys in the same way I look at White – uber-admire them intellectually, but just get rubbed the wrong way by the smug tone of a lot of their posts. If one of them showed up here, they’d have a great argument about how my tone accusations were vague and unsubstantiated and they’d likely make a very impressive case, but my concern remains. Anyhow, I check their blog pretty frequently, but here’s what I’ve noticed. I always skip the uncontroversial posts. A Spurgeon quote? An exegetical breakdown of a chapter from an epistle? Uninterested. Let’s just fast-forward to one of them throwing down the verbal gauntlet on someone. Anyone. Atheist, Emergent, Arminian, doesn’t much matter. I just want to see them be right in spectacular fashion and send the other guy home.
Those things have bothered me for a couple weeks now, but I’ve kept them pushed to the back of my brain. After all, I just love truth and debate, right? While that’s true (and not inherently bad), it’s not the whole story. Two things today have shown me that. First up, I listened to a clip of White’s call-in internet radio show after seeing that he took a caller from Liberty about the Caner flap. My interest waned, however, when I realized that the student wasn’t calling in to argue with White but to commend him, and I quickly turned the program off. Then, just a while ago, Justin Taylor re-activated comments over at his blog, which had been disabled for a couple weeks following a nasty thread on WarrenPiperGate. I had really missed reading comments and was really excited. Then, I read this post about a pop musician who was interviewed by Christianity Today about his faith. There was already a 20-comment thread about how this was a dangerous slide into seeker-sensitivity. Reading the bizarre back-and-forth was fun, but by the end of the thread I found myself getting upset. Why must we bicker over petty crap like this? I wondered. And why do I like it?
All that brings me back to where I started. I love watching other people argue. I love watching those who are wrong be put in their place. And worst of all, the very air of arrogance that I say bothers me about people like White and the Pyro guys, I really actually like. I just like to watch other people do it, so then I get the double play of the amusement that comes from it and the pious feeling of complaining about it. It’s really quite disgusting. It’s also a good example of just how sinister sin is. It can take something good (a love of truth and a desire to see it advanced and defended) and turn it into something evil by the simple twist of a motive. It’s done it in me. I can complain all I want about how Christians are too petty and uncharitable, especially with each other, but it’s all Pharisaical posturing until I repent of the fact that as much as I call that magazine smut, I’ve got a paid subscription.
I still want to love truth. I still want to cleverly, passionately, gently and humbly defend and advance it. But I don’t want to love arguments anymore. I want to untangle the vine from the weeds in that area of my heart. That sounds like a really tall order. Thankfully, Jesus in in charge of my heart, and he does a pretty good job of cleaning things up.



