I’ve always wanted to take an in-depth Bible class. Not a topical, “What would the Bible say about (fill in the blank)?…” but one that reads the Bible all the way through. This is helpful when pious people decide to quote scripture to you and you’d like to answer back intelligently (and, yes, that’s happened to me more than once in my lifetime). I also think that it’s interesting just to know about the Bible and to be able to understand it better.
So, my church was offering a two year Bible course starting with Genesis and ending with Revelations. Perfect. I signed up both my husband and myself.
It’s been a month now and I’m sorry to report that I’m not having a good time. In fact, I don’t like reading the Old Testament and I know that Jesus isn’t scheduled to show up for another year. I’m still typing so I guess that God isn’t going to strike me dead. Here is why I’m not liking this class.
First, my husband bagged on me. It wasn’t his fault – Youngest Son’s hockey practices are just about every Monday night. So much for taking the class as a couple.
Then, there’s an awful lot of memory work and homework involved. I’m just not that interested in memorizing exact passages; a working knowledge of the Bible is fine by me.
Our first test was a disaster. I sat next to someone who I’ll call Edna. Edna is, apparently, an overachiever with a doctorate in education. How nice for me. I didn’t study at all for said test and just stuck it in my folder without filling it out. Edna gave me a very judgmental look and I was thinking some very un-Christian things about Edna too.
Finally, there’s the subject matter. Quite frankly, life in the O.T. Biblical times was rather brutal and there was an awful lot of smiting going on. Pissing off God meant certain death. Actually, ticking off anyone could be pretty ugly. I’m guessing you all know the story of Cain and Abel.
As another example, Noah got mad at his son, Ham, for finding Noah drunk on the tent floor in his birthday suit and thinking that the whole thing was funny. So, Noah cursed Ham’s son, Canaan. Not just a little curse either – the kind that makes you lower than a slave. Bummer for Canaan – he didn’t even do anything. Guess Noah hadn’t heard of love and logic. This doesn’t make for uplifting reading.
I’ve taken many classes before that I haven’t enjoyed so maybe this will improve over time. We’re on Leviticus, so there’s only a mere 62 books after this. And, if I end up really not liking this class, it’s okay. I can always ask for forgiveness.