I just finished reading the book of Genesis this morning.
I’m not impressed.
My mother, who is my spiritual mentor, told me not to. She told me we’d go through it together soon. She understands that it’s difficult.
Incest. Infanticide. Polygamy. (Which I actually have no problem with, assuming it’s amongst consenting adults!) Lying about a woman being your sister so that your wife ends up in bed with someone else. Floods wrought by God to destroy most of the world. Etc.
I’m cool with myths. I’m cool with parables, with literary interpretation, with grappling with cosmic issues.
But now that I’ve read these stories thoroughly, stories that I’d only heard piecemeal or in children’s stories, now I realize: if you take the Bible LITERALLY, word for word, I-can-quote-it-and-claim-it-as-literal-truth, then I have nothing to say to you.
“The Tao that can be told is not the eternal Tao.”