The King James Bible, as well as her many interpretations, exist in the world of religion as the foundational instruction book to so many . . . she has brought life, guidance and freedom to so many . . . she is the source for deeper meaning in this chaotic world to so many, that my goal here is not to expose her as a skeptic, but to reveal her poetic beauty, wisdom, and understanding to anybody willing to drop the scorn associated with her followers and open their minds to the magic of the book itself.
You can read a complete treatise of the Bible here . . . https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bible
Forty five years ago, after years in hippiedom searching for a deeper meaning to life, I picked up the Holy Bible and decided to be a Christian.
Straight away I was told I needed interpretation by one of God’s chosen ministers in order to understand it. Considering myself illiterate, I freely gave up my intuitive mind to the well meaning, but many times misleading, ministers and teachers of the Christian faith and soon found myself stuck in a quagmire of doctrines and dogmas coming from every direction on the spiritual compass.
WOW! . . . and I thought it would be easy to just pick up a bible, read it and . . . oh no! The further I looked into things the foggier they became. I learned there was a chain of command just as entrenched in the spiritual church as it was in the physical army I once served.
But, I accepted it all and became a full blown soldier in the army of God. The bible was my weapon, Satan was my enemy, and I . . . well, I pretended to be a born again soldier and all that, but I was really just another phony follower of a self professed prophet named Sam Fife. Through his ministry I learned what the bible said, I learned how to act, I learned to play the part I’d chosen in his ‘first fruits company’ and I became a full fledged member of the communal living ‘family of God’ with all the benefits and promises that choice implied.
I soon learned it was one thing to go to church a couple days a week, but quite another to live 24/7’s on one of Sams farms among a gaggle of other true believers, some wonderful, some not so wonderful, all trapped in the human condition (no matter how hard they tried to be spiritual, wonderful, and wise)
The bible was never far from anyone’s grasp. We studied it together, as well as separately addinfinausium, the entire time I lived on the farm. It was called the ‘Word’ . . . and, believe me, I knew the Word . . . (at least I thought I did anyway)
That was a quick resume.
Question is: If I had never taken even one divinity course, how can I be so arrogant to write about this stuff in the first place? Well, that’s a good question, I’ll tell you why.
First, I have no desire to lift myself into any position other than the one I now possess . . . that being one of interest concerning the degradation of what I believe to be a really good HISTORICAL read. . . . probably one of the best peeks into the ancient history of the middle east there is.
When it comes to God and religion, the compilation of writings from so many that all seem to be pointing in the same direction should alone, cause one to sit up and take notice. Sure allegory abounds, but then so does historical fact. The story of the Middle East concerning the Arab and the Jew cannot be complete without it.
I don’t want to see all that knowledge and wisdom gained from it go to waste. People today are IMO even more in need of a spiritual anchor than they were back in the days of Moses and Jesus. The bible can help.
The church has obviously failed them by choking to death in its own bullshit, but the biblical roots are still there and if you dig a bit on your own you may just strike God . . . that’s where He is . . . in the minds of Moses, David, Isiah and the prophets, and New Testament apostles and all the rest who wrote their stories down on parchment and sought to know the unknowable.
There’s gold here, but you must dig for it with a free and open mind. You must read those empty spaces between the lines. They are filled with types and shadows, of metaphor and imagination, and lots and lots of wisdom if one knows how to find it. Today, although held captive to all sorts of religious nonsense, it still has the power and the wisdom of old Solomon. Be careful not to throw out the baby with the bath water.