Showing posts with label The Ko-Dee. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Ko-Dee. Show all posts

Thursday, May 29, 2008

Welcome To The Septuagint - Hope You Enjoy Your Stay

Pltypus wrote to me requesting a quick Septuagint 101 in order to understand why the late Ko-Dee was so enamoured by this ancient Greek translation of the Hebrew Scriptures. I wrote a reply to him and decided to paste it here as well. Again, this is not an academic article. It was a personal mail written to a friend very, very late at night without any handbooks or history texts to refer to. I'm writing down from my faulty memory so some of the facts may be wrong (please do correct me when you spot historical errors) but the feelings behind what I wrote, the affection that I have for the Septuagint - that, at least, is genuine. Sometimes, that is what we all need - genuine affection:

The Septuagint that belonged to Ko-Dee is available from Amazon: (see link for more details).

The Septuagint felt like an exotic document from a long, lost age to me. In truth, it's the oldest manuscript of the Old Testament that we possess. True enough, it's a translation of the original Hebrew but, for many reasons, it's actually more well-preserved than Hebrew texts. The earliest extant Hebrew manuscripts date back to approximately 1,000 years LATER than the Septuagint manuscripts that we possess. Having said that, the fact that the Septuagint (henceforth LXX) is older than all extant Hebrew manuscripts does not make it more reliable or accurate. The Jewish scribes are known to have put in far more effort in preserving the Hebrew texts than we give them credit for. The LXX is thus (for lack of a more appropriate description) a very eccentric text! Students of the LXX readily admit their frustrations with it. It differs from the Masoretic Hebrew text in many, many areas but we cannot do away with it because - well, many of the NT authors actually quoted from it rather than the Masoretic Hebrew (e.g. the Epistle to the Hebrews used a lot of LXX quotations as the underlying Messianic Prophecies - do a quick comparison or refer to the footnotes of the NIV and you'll see that several of those verses never existed in Hebrew, but only in the LXX Greek translation!!!)

Doctor Ben accused the Dispensationalists of creating new doctrines because of their veneration of/dependence upon the KJV. A case can be made for the same thing with the LXX. The false teaching called "Ruckmanism" was propagated by Peter Ruckman who said that wherever the KJV differs from the original Hebrew/Greek, TRUST THE KJV because it's DOUBLY-INSPIRED! Now you can laugh at that but St. Augustine pretty much said the same thing about the LXX. You see, St. Augustine hardly knew any Hebrew but he was very proud of his Greek (he was an avid student of Plato, remember?). So he too maintained (in City of God) that wherever the LXX differed from the Hebrew, TRUST THE LXX! The reasons he gave for it was very funny too and it stemmed from his own anti-semitic attitudes towards the Jews! He believed that wherever the Hebrew text differed from the Greek LXX, then the Greek must be correct because Jews rejected the Messiah! "Huh?", you said? Exactly. But that was the sort of "ustaz-logic" accepted by people throughout the Dark/Middle Ages in Europe!!!

My personal fascination with the LXX had to do with BOTH the legends surrounding it as well as the true history that demonstrated the Grand Overture of God's Plan For Universal Salvation.

Firstly, the legends: According to the "Letter of Aristeas", Ptolemy II Philedelphus wanted a copy of the Hebrew holy books translated into Greek to be kept in the Library of Alexandria and was willing to exchange that from the Jews by freeing 100,000 Jewish slaves. What happened was that 70 (or 72, in some accounts) Jewish scholars worked in 70 (or 72, in some accounts) separate caves over a period of 70 (or 72, in some accounts) days. When they finally met up, they found that all 70 (or 72, in some accounts) translations matched each other word-for-word! So they believed that God was behind this translation!!! When this translation was presented to Ptolemy, he freed the Jewish slaves. Kinda like an ancient version of "Schindler's List", right? (Septuagint = Book of the Seventy)

Now, that legend can be easily disproved by even a rough reading of the LXX Psalms, Isaiah or Jeremiah. Those long books clearly show differences in style, syntax, and even translation methodologies (some chapters were extremely literal and others were about as free/paraphrased as the Living Bible!). However, the legend from the "Letter of Aristeas" was held to be true for many, many years. My personal theory is that the "Letter of Aristeas" itself was a fabrication of Hellenistic Jews and/or Gentile (Greek-Speaking) Proselytes who were feuding with the Hebrew-Speaking Jews circa 200BC-50AD. Hebrew speaking Jews did not disapprove of Greek translations but they preferred other Greek translations (e.g. the translation done by Aquila and Symmachus) to the LXX. The reasons behind this was not difficult to understand:

i) The LXX was not translated using common Greek but a particular dialect used by Alexandrian Jews in Egypt (there are legends saying that these Alexandrian Jews descended from that group that went with Jeremiah to Egypt after the Judean Exile). In today's terms, it's like having the Cantonese Bible rather than the Mandarin (Pu-Tong Hua) Bible. It was a dialect.

ii) The LXX soon became the Bible of the Christian Church and the Jews wanted to distance themselves from it. Having said that, even early Christian leaders (e.g. the Apostles and the Apologetic Fathers) were not uncritical of the LXX. As can be seen in the NT, there are many instances where Paul and other writers furnished their own Greek translations rather than quote from the readily available LXX.

Now, in view of point (ii) above, it is true that the LXX did play a very, very crucial role in the spread of Christianity (even before Augustine applied his "Ruckmanite" rule to make it the "Authorized Version" of his day). The key to it all had to do with the conquest/journeys of Alexander the Great. Up to this day, no one can explain satisfactorily why Alexander was more interested in an endless journey, an endless quest, rather than in ruling the lands that he conquered. My explanation is this - he wasn't out to conquer lands at all! He was out to conquer the mind. Everywhere that Alexander went, he brought with him the Hellenistic culture, arts, sciences, philosophies and literature. He built Alexandrias (capital cities named for being the center of Hellenistic culture) in every country. Even though his empire was torn in four following his death, the face of the earth changed after that. Hellenism replaced every other civilization as the dominant civilization of the world. Even the Romans were simply Greeks under a different dress - Latin was not the lingua-franca, it was a local dialect - it was Jerome's Latin Vulgate that really supplanted the dominance of the Greek language hundreds of years after other great Latin writers such as Ovid, Horace, Virgil and Seneca.

In short, even the average educated Jew (like Paul of Tarsus) was more trained in Greek than in Hebrew. Greek was like BM to him and Hebrew was like Jawi in Agama Class! With this in mind, the "new wineskins" that Jesus spoke about that was to be far more radical, far bigger than can be contained by the Jewish nation alone, and to be poured out unto the uttermost parts of the earth (Acts 1:8) required a different medium and language than the localized Aramaic of Palestine or the Hebrew of the synagogue. This was the centrality of the LXX in the early growth of Christianity.

History lesson over. Now, on to more personal reflections. When I studied Greek, I was more fascinated by the history behind the language than in the language itself. When I perused the LXX, I was more fascinated by the Alexandrian Community that produced this translation than in the overall Old Testament itself! Again, the sitz-im-leben thing! The Alexandrian Community differed in so many ways from latter Orthodox Judaism. First and foremost, they developed their own Wisdom tradition. Many apocryphal books would not have been preserved until today were it not for the efforts of these Alexandrian divines. For example, read the prologue to the Book of Sirach (Ecclesiasticus). The prologue explains that the book was originally written in Hebrew but later translated into Greek (along with the rest of the LXX). But up to this second, no Hebrew manuscript have been found. In short, orthodox Judaism (with their strict adherence to questions of canonicity) did not have a place for that book and it would not have been preserved were it not for the LXX. It is the same thing with all the other books like the dictation of Jeremiah to Baruch, the histories of the Maccabean revolt, the writings of Esdras (Ezra), the angelic lore of Tobit, the Song of the Three Children, etc. What a great wealth of rich religious traditions would've been lost forever were it not for the LXX!!! Apart from that, the LXX was always a wondrous book to me (especially in the eclectic translation of Launcelot Brenton). It's like the Bible that we've always known but somewhat *different*. I don't know how to explain it. It's like when you read the LXX Genesis 8-9, and it talks about Mount Ararat, you feel the antiquity of the tale and place. You feel like you're holding a really old document and you'd like to take it all the way with you on an "Indiana Jones"-like adventure to Mount Ararat to look for the Ark. It's all childish nonsense, I'm sure of it, but it was grand romance when I first experienced it! (And I believe Ko-Dee felt the same too, when he first got his hands on it!)


[Note to Pltypus: See the pic above? That's how the Launcelot Brenton LXX looks like. It's not an Interlinear, it's got both the Greek text and an actual translation of it in English printed side-by-side. In other words, you can readily ignore the Greek text and just enjoy the English translation that was made directly from the LXX! Also, the Letter of Aristeas is available online for free. A fascinating story. I was obsessed with the book during my college days...]

Tuesday, May 27, 2008

Ode To The Blackest Black Preacher Ever

Time was, believing in the Westminster Confession of Faith didn't win you acclaim on the blogosphere where you make a public show of your talents by regurgitating the efforts of better men and vomiting the half-digested crap all over comments boxes.
Time was, believing in the Westminster Confession of Faith killed you.


The Ko-Dee was the blackest of the black preachers.
On a good day, he looked like the love-child of Deepak Chopra and Kavita Kapoor.
On a bad day, he looked like Father Abraham on steroids.
[I was there by his death bed in Assunta Hospital and believe me, he really did look like Father Abraham on steroids!]


The Ko-Dee played billiards with the best and won.
The Ko-Dee played crickets like an Englishman with the best of his generation.
The Ko-Dee drove around in fancy cars and chased after fancy girls.
Then he had his Damascus Road experience and turned his back on his past.
He became a preacher.
He studied and worked, studied and worked.
His wife and daughters supported him, wept with him and prayed for him.
Some Koreans showed kindness and gave him a study-loan to buy books.
Time was, books didn't come easy so each of them were cherished.
Even so, the Ko-Dee was never a miser or treated his books like trophies to be displayed on an online "Library Thing" to be admired.
Truth is, the Ko-Dee never even bothered to wrap up his books or to set up bookshelves.
He read the books and then handed them out (to young punks like yours truly - poor college kid with too much hot air and too short an attention-span!)


The Ko-Dee took me around on his van for visitations.
During the long van-rides, he taught me Hebrew and Greek.
Handed me his volume of the Septuagint and explained to me the Mishnah and the Talmud.
At other times, we talked about the attraction of older women and shared our admiration for Samuel Johnson and D.H. Lawrence (kindred spirits who loved older women).
The Ko-Dee told me that he loved the church like he loved his wife.
He was to pay with his life for that same love.


Pltypus met the Ko-Dee during his misspent youth.
The Ko-Dee took his posse from Koo-Lai to the youth-fellowship meeting in Bee-Pee.
The Ko-Dee took his gigantic Hexapla Bible from Koo-Lai to the youth-fellowship meeting in Bee-Pee.
Pltypus sat through the Ko-Dee's sermon that fateful evening.
Didn't understand a word.
But one word stayed with him.
YAHWEH.
From Psalm 23.
YAHWEH.
The Ko-Dee breathed sulphur and spoke fire.
The Ko-Dee thundered from the pulpit and the youths trembled.
One word sermon.
From Psalm 23.
One word was all he needed.
One word was all anyone needed.
YAHWEH.


Years later, La Tey and a piano-player who was rejected by the Rapture Call joined me in KUL.
The piano-player was my room-mate. We were going to college.
We ended up listening to the Ko-Dee screaming like a deranged negro-field preacher about Ezekiel and the Valley of Dry Bones.
It was a different time.
It was a different crowd.
La Tey and I cheered him on.
The piano-player was still wondering about why he was rejected by the Rapture Call (was it his IQ? did he need another shot at the Psychosometric Test in Universiti Malaya?)
The crowd looked bored.
Disinterested.
Later complained that the Ko-Dee's sermons were not "edifying", only full of "exhortations"!
Actually, none of them understood those words - "edification" or "exhortation".
What they meant was that they were dense and wanted religious entertainment and jokes.
The Ko-Dee joked like a demon-biker.
The Ko-Dee joked like the drunken poker-player trying to con the Devil.
The Ko-Dee joked like the Westminster Divines who were deranged enough to frame something so monumental as a "Confession of Faith".

In his quiter moments, the Ko-Dee was a restorer who worked with his hands.
His was obsessive about his hobbies and chief among those was the art of reviving dead cars.
The Ko-Dee should have been an engineer or a technician.
But he was content to be a preacher,
Who spent his free-time reviving dead cars.
Time was, we had no use for a B.Sc.(Hons).
Time was, all that was required was passion and we could work wonders with our hands.
Even bringing life to dead cars and speaking words of life to dead congregations.


I was privileged to be a part of this work with dead cars.
It was a rainy night.
The Ko-Dee brought his van to my student house.
There was a flat tire.
Stray dogs were copulating in the rain.
The Ko-Dee called out to me with a voice that could awaken the dead.
I ran downstairs.
The piano-player joined me with a puzzled look - still trying to figure out why he was not in the Rapture Call (was it the 53rd question in the Psychosometric Test?)
We worked in the rain.
With jacks, screws and bolts.
Even the dogs stopped their copulation and turned to stare at the three dummies changing tires in the rain.
The van was fixed and we went off to Brickfields to pick up some blind folks for Bible Study.
No one from church came for Bible Study so we listened to the Lord and went into the streets taking whoever we could find.
No one came to the Banquet but the blind, the lame and the disenfranchised.
Two weeks later, I was given an opportunity to preach during the Bible Study.
The blind and the lame sat in and listened.
They had little to give but I preached on being "totally sold-out to Christ".
I preached on total commitment and a life of sacrificial giving.
Time was, young people were taught to breath fire rather give lectures on "Creationism Vs. Evolutionism" or other crap that you can get from handbooks.


On some quiet nights, I stayed back late in the Ko-Dee's office.
Sometimes I helped with sermon notes and slides.
Other times I just sat there listening to him talking about the past.
How his ordination was delayed because of a miserly church (full-time unordained preachers were paid less).
The Ko-Dee's ordination was delayed for twelve years and his wife and kids lived in poverty.
He was ordained together with this handbook-quoting young prick who became the pastor of the church in Bee-Pee.
That handbook-quoting young prick only served as a full-time worker for 1-2 years and was ordained.
The Ko-Dee waited twelve years.
That young prick spoke during the Ko-Dee's funeral.
I spoke after that and thrashed the young prick upside down.
That young prick made a show of his Koine Greek and quoted from his handbooks.
That young prick washed his hands off all involvement in causing the death of the good man.
My wife spoke after that and pointed out the hypocrisies of that handbook-quoting prick along with his cohorts who were hiding at the back of the congregation during the funeral service.
That young prick is leading a discipleship center today and business is good.
I ran into him just the other day in a bookshop.
We greeted each other cordially but his "ang-moh" speaking son who goes to a high-class private school kept bugging him about buying the latest collector's edition sci-fi series.


The Ko-Dee was driven from the two churches he founded in KUL and Koo-Lai.
He was left to rot back in Koo-Lai with 3 other new Christians.
The Ko-Dee continued driving around with the invitation to the Banquet.
He called out to the blind, the lame, the rejects, the pariahs.
He continued reviving dead cars and speaking words of life to dead souls.
The Ko-Dee worked a little too hard and snapped.
I was with him in the hospital.
Stayed with him throughout the night.
He looked like Father Abraham on steroids.
Bloodshot eyes and long, grey beard.
The old fire was still there but buried under a face that had seen too many winters.
He spoke two full sentences to me that night.
"Do you still have my copy of the Septuagint?"
"Continue the good work - the harvest is plentiful but real workers are so very few!"


In the morning, I took a long bus ride all the way down south to visit someone in a hospital.
A girl dying from leukemia.
A girl that I've never even met.
My wife held the girl and we prayed together.

The Ko-Dee died shortly after.
So did the leukemia girl.
I'm still here.
Here is good.

Time was, believing in the Westminster Confession of Faith didn't win you acclaim on the blogosphere where you make a public show of your talents by regurgitating the efforts of better men and vomiting the half-digested crap all over comments boxes.
Time was, believing in the Westminster Confession of Faith killed you.
Time was, men gave their everything for their beliefs.
Time now, we can still choose to be so.