Month: August 2026

  • Qualifications and the New World Translation

    What were the qualifications of the men who translated the NWT into English?

    It’s a common query from those who don’t care for Jehovah’s Witnesses, hoping to embarrass. Just who are these translators, anyway? Do they have letters trailing their name? Do they really know any language besides Pig Latin? Perhaps the Witnesses will admit that they didn’t really use translators at all, but hired trained orangutans for the job

    It’s not easy to satisfy on this point since the NWT translating committee has ever remained anonymous. Not just the NWT – everything Watchtower published is anonymous. One consequence is that people must focus on the work itself and not just who wrote it. But it’s a lot easier to do the reverse: find out who wrote it, and then figure on that basis if it’s any good or not. It’s the tactic of a lazy lout. After all, examining a work takes time. Examining credentials of the author can be done in 2 seconds.

    Is the New World Translation any good or not? One ought to be able to determine that without knowing the “qualifications of the translators.” Instead, qualifications become apparent through examination of the work itself. That holds true in any other aspect of life. Why should it not hold true here as well? When Mrs Sheepandgoats and I moved into our present house, we looked it over for quality. We even hired an inspector. Satisfied, we purchased it. But we don’t know who built the house, and we’ve not lost any sleep on that account. The qualifications of the builders are evident from what is built.

    Shortly after the New World Translation’s release, back in 1963, the Andover Newton Quarterly wrote: “The translation of the New Testament is evidence of the presence in the movement of scholars qualified to deal intelligently with the many problems of Biblical translation.” How do they know the “scholars” are “qualified”? They examined the work itself. Does it bother them that the translators are anonymous? It doesn’t seem to. “The New Testament translation was made by a committee whose membership has never been revealed — a committee that possessed an unusual competence in Greek,” the journal wrote in 1966. They could tell the work was well done without knowing the authors, just as you can tell the earth is beautiful without knowing its Creator. But lazy persons insist they have to know the authors first. Not so. To insist that credentials determine a work’s value is to insist that Apples and Microsoft are nickel-and-dime third rate outfits because Steve Jobs or Bill Gates were “unqualified” – they held no degrees in computer science, and never completed college.

    Or what about Marilee Jones, the MIT Dean of Admissions who was carted out like yesterday’s trash when it was found she was “unqualified” for her job. She’d forged her credentials! Those letters and degrees she carried – all made up! Yet before she was found out, they’d sung her praises to the heavens! She was a leading expert in her field! On the other hand, the most qualified financial people in the world darn near destroyed the entire world economy in 2007. Not to berate qualifications, of course – God forbid! – but they are frequently used merely to screen persons, as any job-seeker knows. And to pad the education industry.

    Opponents sneered at the apostles for lack of qualifications: “Now when they [qualified religious leaders of the day] beheld the outspokenness of Peter and John, and perceived that they were men unlettered and ordinary, they got to wondering,” Acts 4:13 tells us. Jesus fared no better: “Therefore the Jews fell to wondering, saying: “How does this man have a knowledge of letters, when he has not studied at the schools?” (John 7:15) Got it? Christianity’s a flop because its founder was not “qualified.”

    Frankly, Watchtower, through its program, structure and dedication, is a “school” in its own right. Can one learn languages only through the world’s universities? Give us all a break. A two-year-old raised in a bilingual homes picks up both tongues without effort. Put him in a tri-lingual home, and he picks up three. Okay, ancient language adds a degree of complication, I admit, but still, language is just a means of communication and surely there are many avenues through which one may learn that. Not to mention that translators today mostly work from master texts, compilations from such scholars as Westcott and Hort. Thus, the heavy lifting has already been done.

    Besides, what is it they do most there in Bethel? What are they known for? TRANSLATING! The Watchtower website is presently translated into over 1000 languages. Nobody else comes close—not Google, not Apple, not any news media, not the U.N,—nobody.

    So, IF it turns out that NWT translators bypassed the advanced degrees of prestigious universities, that’s not the big deal detractors make it out to be. The reality probably is that those universities should be approaching the Witnesses for tips on how to translate, not the reverse.

    Yet, even THAT can’t be determined for sure. Detractors claim to know who the translators were, and have a field day with their supposed “lack of qualifications.” But how you positively identify a group which has never identified itself is beyond me. And even if those guessed-at persons chaired a committee, that by no means says they personally did all the work, just as a builder might farm out various areas of expertise on the home he’s building.

    “Maybe there were many others,” admits one grumbler. “But again, in a matter like this, what or why would they hide? Who lights a lamp and puts it under a bowl? Honestly, provide one reasonable excuse why these men should be anonymous.”

    What’s wrong with modesty? By remaining anonymous, they direct attention to the work (and its real author), and not themselves. “Who lights a lamp and puts it under a bowl,” my foot! They’ve not put the work under a bowl. They’ve put themselves under it. Now, having accomplished a great work, people today are given to strutting around and basking in the praise of their peers. To forsake that shows unusual modesty. We live in a culture in which people are obsessed with personalities, and in which they focus, not so much on words said, but on who said the words. Anonymity thwarts such laziness.

    Most criticism of the New World Translation arises because it does not translate certain verses in the precise words necessary to uphold the Trinity doctrine. This is extremely important to Trinity people, because the Trinity teaching derives almost all of its authority from such ‘formula’ verses. Many translations have rendered such verses similar to the NWT over the years, but such translations all tank because they depend on the world’s commercial marketplace for distribution – and Trinitarians won’t touch them with a ten foot pole. The NWT would also tank if distributed that way, no doubt, but it’s distributed in an entirely unique way by dedicated Christians, outstripping anything the world’s commercial system could accomplish, and at a very nominal cost.

    If you believe in the Trinity, you’ll loathe the NWT and do everything possible to discredit it. But if you don’t carry that baggage, and you’re permitted to look at it without preconceived ideas, it speaks well for itself. In fact, Jason Beduhn, who has theological qualifications coming out of his ears, compared 9 popular translations and concluded the New World Translation is the most accurate, containing the least bias, of them all. His 2003 book is entitled Truth in Translation: Accuracy and Bias in English Translations of the New Testament. He’s not hung up at all about anonymous translators. He has enough ability to look at the work itself, and not just who produced it.

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  • An Equal and Opposite Expert

    Arthur C. Clarke is the wit who coined the expression, “For every expert there exists an equal and opposite expert.” He may have thought he was arranging a meeting of the two when he introduced Carl Sagan to Stanley Kubrick. They were both experts, and if their respective areas of expertise, science and filmmaking, are not exactly opposites, they will do for the purposes of this narrative. He hoped the two would hit it off. Instead, they couldn’t stand one another. Well—Sagan liked Kubrick well enough to all but assume takeover rights on his upcoming film, but the feeling wasn’t mutual. “Get rid of him. Make any excuse. I don’t want to see him again,” the director afterwards told Clarke.

    Clarke may well have thought of himself and Kubrick as equal and opposite experts. He, Robert A. Heinlein, and Isaac Asimov were the Big 3 of science fiction just then. Kubrick’s star was quick rising in the film world. His ‘Paths of Glory’ (1957) was acclaimed an anti-war masterpiece. Big budget Spartacus (1960) won four Oscars. Lolita (1962–you don’t want to know what that one’s about) proved his literary chops. And Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worryng and Love the Bomb (1964)—who can forget General Buck Turgidson shielding war plans with his hands as the Russian ambassador enters the room, as though hiding Scrabble tiles from a cheating opponent? Or when he later scuffles with that ambassador and is rebuked by President Merkin Muffley; “Gentlemen, you can’t fight in here! This is the War Room!” Or when cowboy pilot Major T J “King” Kong mounts the jammed nuke in his B52’s bomb bay to free it, then rides it down to earth, whooping and waving his hat as he triggers the end of the world?

    So when Kubrick sought out Clarke for an upcoming science fiction movie, the latter might have thought the collaboration only natural. Didn’t the writer have some short story (The Sentinel) in which aliens monitor another civilization to alert them once they’ve grown smart? The two hit it off immediately. Nor did it dampen their relationship (as Clarke feared it might) when he fessed up to the director that he was a “well-adjusted homosexual.” “Yeah, I know,” Kubrick said and moved on. He probably had already looked into just why the British writer lived in Sri Lanka, then called Ceylon, and not his native England. He probably had not yet looked into it when Clarke first came to his attention, judging by his initial remark that the writer was “a nut who lives in a tree in India or someplace.” England was not then as gay friendly as it would later become.

    There has never been a good science fiction movie, Kubrick observed to Clarke as he proposed brainstorming for one; they’d all been garbage up to then. Clarke wasn’t so sure of that. There had been two or three good ones, he thought, but there is a time to keep your mouth shut. It certainly was true that science fiction at the time was considered just one small step up from pornography, and film adaptations were mostly monsters on the beach eating teenagers. It would take Steven Spielberg 30 years to improve on that scenario with his Jurassic Park dinosaur eating a lawyer.

    Sagan left his mark on the film, even if Kubrick did show him the door. He had advised that any aliens be not shown but only implied. Preserve the awe. If you show them and they are in any way contrived, it will be a letdown. If you show them and they are done perfectly, it will still be a letdown, since where do you go from there? Thus, the movie showed the deeds of the aliens, their devices, their abilities, but as to their appearance itself, they stayed as invisible as Yahweh: “No man has seen God at any time,” says the scripture. Nor would any see the aliens.

    There really wouldn’t be much difference between aliens and God, Clarke had earlier mused. J. D. Vance said much the same much later in a Joe Rogan interview, in which he promised to use his Vice Presidential office to someday look into accumulating UFO reports. His VP status means nothing is off-limits to him, he told Joe. It is only time constraints that make it so (welcome to the human condition) plus the fact that in government there are foot draggers a’plenty who impede directives of any sort. But he would get around to it. A dull stretch of time would surely arise to permit undistracted investigation, he said—though his interest was beginning to wane, since he knew many far more interested in the question than he, and if they had come up with nothing, he was veering toward the view that maybe there was nothing to be had. If so, he would be joining the ranks of Elon Musk who said that if anyone would know, it would be him and he’d seen nothing.

    The idea behind Clarke’s likening God to aliens is that any alien with the wherewithal to roam the galaxies and pay earth a visit would likely be indistinguishable from God. It wouldn’t just be the Gibeonites pretending that they were from far away. These beings would in reality be from unimaginably for away—and just try to fathom the technology that must be second nature to them in order to do that.

    Space Odyssey pretty much ran with this idea, first presented in The Sentinel. Its aliens are an atheist’s God-dream come true—they only bestows gifts and expects nothing in return. That God they can get behind—one whose modus operandi is the Dylan line, “Oh, whatever makes you happy, I won’t stand in your way.” If they entertain the Bible God at all, they are miffed He isn’t that way. They are miffed that he wants stuff and doesn’t just give stuff. It wouldn’t be so bad for them if he was like Santa Claus.

    So obliging is this Space Odyssey alien/god that the ending space-child, to the accompaniment of Also Sprach Zarethrusta, snuffs out in mid-flight (in the book, not the movie) the nukes that human governments have launched toward each other, taking for granted that they have learned their lesson and will not immediately build more. Many have been the science fiction scenarios that hold earthings a bunch of warlike losers who have not learned to get along and until they do any sane alien race is best advised to shun them. This particular alien race controls them by ruining their nukes, trusting (they don’t know much about humans, do they?) that they won’t afterwards complain about it.

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