Last month I posted an entry telling everyone that I couldn’t find God in the Bible and was giving it up for a while. Well, my plans were waylaid when someone from church asked me to teach Sunday School for them a couple weeks ago. I did and was forced to study the Bible that week. Hence, my entry about Atonement theory and the differences between Baptist and Catholic salvation. Heck, I thought I’d get it out of my brain once and for all. Wrong. I fell into old habits and felt that guilt for not cracking the bible for over a week.
Now after cracking it open again, I still find that the bible is a barrier to my relationship with the ineffable. I am reading through Mark (when I do pick up the Bible) and all I see are men’s words addressed to other men and words from Jesus such as “it is not right to take the children’s bread and to throw it to the dogs (Mark 7:24).” The poor Syrophoenician woman only wanted Jesus to heal her daughter and in an uncharacteristically (?) racist manner, Jesus offered her the reply above. It’s a fact that the Jews believe themselves chosen by God and designate all other races as Gentile. Talk about sweeping generalizations. Anyway, it is probably therefore true that Jesus never intended his Gospel go to anyone but the Jews. I am pretty convinced at this point that Paul and the other non-Jewish apostles invented Christianity as we know it today. I most certainly am not reading the Epistles any more. Women are treated with little respect IF they are addressed at all. The bible is too marginalizing for anyone but perfect males to be credible.
So, I’ll have to nurture my spirit every morning with things that don’t tell me I’m going to hell, or that I’m the cause of Adam’s downfall, or that I should shut up in church and bear children. Gee, giving up the bible is probably why I feel so much better about myself and the world. Hmmmm.