Tuesday, November 2, 2010

I've got biblical blogger's block.

I know that we have left the Old Testament in the dust, because the semester must go on. However I am not and will not abandon my quest to read The Bible in its entirety. It may be slow going and you all may have left me in the old testament for the greener pastures of the new, but my will is strong and I resolve to finsih the task at hand no matter how long it may take. That said my blogs on The Bible are going to seem archaic, because I am writing of old news. My blog is now an oxymoron in and of itself. Besides being behind in my Biblical reading I wil try to contribute posts that are some what relevant to the class.

I read Leviticus 15: 19-33 to my girlfriend and her replie was:

"God! Not only insulting, but where and the fuck would I get two turtles and two pigeons let alone every month."

I thought it funny, maybe you had to be there.

Now a story. Last friday evening I decided to attend a meeting of which I had never been. So I ventured out alone into the night headed for the Gallatin Gateway. On the way traveling on 191 I almost hit a deer thank God the bugger turned tail at my bumper. Shaken but not detoured I continued on into the night. It was "black as a panther's asshole" that evening. I searched in vain to find the meeting. In hopes of finding it I turned onto the main drag that empty's the highway into town. Then like a specter through the gloom of the night shown bright red lights reading "BAR" over which were enscrolled the words "old faithful". Oh! I ought. The devils hand is at play in attempt to lure me away from new way of life back to the old. I felt like Job himself. With all earnestness I turned my steed of steel around to find that which I sought. As I made my way though town I got on the highway in hopes that my destination lay further down the line. Again in the dark shown another devious place. The "Buffalo Jump" shiny bright, welcoming among the cold and dark road. Oh! This is where the Buffalo jump was hidden and of all times to stumble upon it. I laughed. Oh! How the denial of temptation can be suffering itself. Again I righted myself and continued on. There a neutral ground lay ahead a gas station casino. I left my ride and walked inside I asked a nice old woman, "Do you know where I can find the Gallatin Gateway Community Church?" She replied, "Yes, it is just a couple blocks down on the right". Ah, and there it was down the road to the right. The church was completely dark but cars parked all around I new this was the place. My pseudo salvation hidden in plain sight. As I descended the basement steps the aroma of black coffee and linger of cigarettes clinging to coats. I was safe, I was home. The moral of the story being that it is easier to find sin than salvation. Like Job I stayed the course when it would have been so easy to give in to yield to suffering to succumb to pain. Doing the right thing is not easy.

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