Doesn’t that sound just so religiously provocative? It’s like I’ve come to this realization and been reborn or something, and really getting back to the roots of my faith.
Except that’s not it. Last year, I started reading the Gospel of Mark and blogging about it. My plan had been to be ridiculously thorough and really pick apart every word and verse and chapter using four different translations, and really be transformed. The problem with this lofty goal is that I am, in fact, lazy. And I really don’t have time to read and blog about every word in the Bible.
However, reading the Bible is something important to me and something I’ve wanted to do for awhile. So, my New Year’s resolution for 2011 is to read the whole darned Bible. So I found a few ‘read the Bible in one year’ reading plans (thanks to Jack for her links which got me started), and ultimately decided that reading it chronologically made the most sense for me. (I’m one of those people–if there are more people like this than just me–who can’t start a TV show or book series in the middle, even if they are completely episodic.)
So, I started reading. I don’t read every day–it turns out that I can’t even rip a page off of a calendar every day for a year, so I probably won’t do much of anything else consistently for a year either. But when I read, I read in the order and check off the days that I’ve done. I’ve had a couple of days where I had large chunks of time and was able to read a bunch of it. (Including one day when my hard-workin’ man had to do something “quick” at his office over the weekend, so we all drove downtown and I sat in the car with my hazards on in a no-parking zone reading some Genesis out loud to Hazel while Oliver hung out with his daddy for the 30 minutes that quick turned out to be.)
Anyway, I’m not going to blog about every word. But if I think of something that maybe interesting, or may spark a good discussion, I’ll probably blog about it. Or, you know, compose a brilliant blog post in my mind while I’m falling asleep at night and wake up to realize that my theories don’t actually hold any water when it’s light outside and I’m not so tired that zombies seem like a plausible explanation for the Fall.
Okay, okay, I admit it. I actually liked the zombies idea. It really did make everything else make sense.