Yeah, I know. I can be a bit negative when it comes to the Bible. That’s what people tell me, anyway—especially after my “Pete Ruins Christmas” series.
No wait. That’s wrong. I didn’t ruin Christmas and I’m not negative about the Bible.
I’m negative about how the Bible is sometimes presented—in ways that can be defended only with some mental gymnastics and intellectual alchemy, which brings spiritual harm in the long run.
I am even told sometimes, “You’re attacking the Bible,” and when I am accused of such I simply say, “I’m not attacking the Bible. I’m attacking you. You’re problem is that you can’t tell the difference.” Our thinking about the Bible should never be confused with the Bible itself—or worse, with God.
And of course, this is why I have no friends, will die a lonely man, buried in a cardboard box in an unmarked grave, and quickly forgotten.