Whoo-Hoo, Confession #100 - What if...

This being the occasion of my milestone 100th Confession, I shall pause in this blog and make the whole entry a confession.

Confession #100:

So far, this bible is not all I expected it to be. I expected, or hoped, to read even a brief passage and come away enlightened and inspired. Now, before some of you attempt to assure me that this will come down the road once Jesus enters the picture, I remind you I can only address this as a virgin – one page at a time.

Clearly, the Old Testament is dominated by warfare, warfare, warfare. I see less and less of God even in its telling. There are little “rules to living” at this point. It is saturated in testosterone, polarity, and redundant storylines recorded by varying storytellers. Where is God in this and where am I?

What I am about to say will sound blasphemous to many, but again, I merely ask the questions. I am not afraid to do that.

What if, just what if, these early artifacts of antiquity known as the Scriptures were never meant to be seen as historical document, but rather as stories? Simple as that. Has anyone ever thought of that? People keep arguing whether or not these events happened, but what if those who recorded them were not even trying to hand them down as “scripture” or words of God, but darn interesting stories, with or without lessons, like Aesop's Fables?

I mean no disrespect to believers; after all, I have my own measure of beliefs, which I’ll reveal by the end of my literary journey. But again, I just stick my neck out and ask the questions.

“Questions are the creative acts of intelligence.” In that case, I must be flippin’ brilliant!

Peace.