Okay, now
that I’ve pissed off Mormons, I guess I’m going to piss off Christians and Jews
too.
Because
that’s what sometimes happens when you start questioning things. You discover
something wrong and it’s like dominos that go upstairs, down bannisters, around
corners and into the litter box.
Things fall
down.
Before I
start let me preface this by saying that I am a believer of God and Jesus
Christ, even if it isn’t the way that some Christians say I have to believe.
I’m done
with believing in men’s interpretations and trying to stick Jesus in their parameters
of understanding and telling me I’m wrong for not agreeing with them.
Once I
discovered the face in the hat trick and realized that the Book of Mormon is not
a book of scripture, and neither is the Pearl of Great Price, my mind opened up
to other possibilities.
I believe there are there are other inspired books out
there. I think there are histories unfound. I think there are books locked
away. I think a lot of it has to do with people’s experiences and beliefs in
God.
About three
years ago when I was still a faithful LDS I gave myself the challenge to read
The Bible, The Book of Mormon, The Pearl of Great Price, and the Doctrine and
Covenants straight through like a regular book, in one year.
I
accomplished it.
Going into
it, I had thought that the bible was a book of light with dark moments. It’s
not. It’s a book of dark with light moments. It’s actually in a lot of ways, a
pretty horrible book.
Oh sure,
there are some wonderful, inspiring stories, and words of wisdom, but there were more disturbing and
dark stories, much of it showing God to be a really bad guy, at least in the
Old Testament.
And as we
all know there is so much that is contradictory.
I had
trouble imagining a God that would command His people to go into a town and
murder every man, woman and child, and yet that same God gave us Jesus and
commanded that we love one another. It didn’t make sense.
Besides,
who wrote the bible?
I’m pretty
sure God didn’t sit down at His desk, carving out figures in stone, or
scratching a quill into papyrus and personally deliver it to Moses, or Abraham,
or some other man or woman we know nothing about.
So it had
to be people who wrote it. Imperfect, culturally dependent, people.
Certainly
some were inspired. Some weren’t. Some may very well have made things up to
justify their actions as people do now. Like when they wrote that God commanded
them to wipe out entire towns. I don’t believe God did that. Nor do I
believe that Jonah was eaten by a big fish. Sounds like a tall fishy tale that
Jonah may very well have told himself, and it got bigger and bigger the more it
was told.
So what
makes the bible any more special than any other book, other than its age?
Because one day a group of men got together and decided which ancient books
were to be lived by and which ones weren’t?
I’m not saying
the bible isn’t valuable. I think everyone should read it, believers and
non-believers, simply because it’s such an important book. You can’t understand
history, literature, culture, politics, art or architecture, without studying
this book.
But perhaps
we should look at spiritual writings in a much bigger way. Who’s to say that
far more recent writers haven’t said things that have been just as inspiring,
just as faith promoting, or even more so?
C.S. Lewis,
Maya Angelou, and yes, even Dieter F. Uchtdorf come to mind (I liked his Forget
Me Not talk).
Why hold
the bible so sacred with its stories of murder, incest, rape, slavery,
misogyny, polygamy, war, and destruction and call that good? Is that something
you really want your children reading?
I’m not
about sanitizing the stories. I love the story of Joseph’s Coat of Many Colors,
and you can’t tell his story without telling what his brothers did to him, or
his time in prison. But that’s a positive story about rising above your
circumstances. And I’m not saying that any of the bible should even be edited
from what it is. But why view it as a book to live by? Do we really want to
teach our children that if they hear voices in their head to kill someone that
they should do it? Or that if a girl is raped she should marry her rapist?
As I lose
some of my scriptures, understanding now they are an amalgamation of several
sources and the imagination of a con man, I am on the lookout for more positive
stories and thoughts. And frankly, it can be fiction too. As a writer who has
felt inspiration there can be some powerful truths in fiction.
And even in
the Book of Mormon which is almost all about war, there is that lovely moment
when Jesus visits the Nephites. It’s uplifting. It’s inspiring. And I find some
truth in it, even if it is made up.
But there
are other writings out there that should be studied as well. Savored, mulled
over, and either accepted or forgotten by the reader, but are they not worth
just as much if not more than the words of men from thousands of years ago?
Maybe in
our churches and our personal studies we can recognize that men and women now,
can be inspired. There are amazing stories out there, and amazing thoughts, and
amazing deeds, and amazing miracles.
Why worship
a God from long ago whose story has been twisted and changed, when we can
worship God here and now. A living God who continues to use people to
accomplish miracles. Why not add those stories to the canon as well?
Because
following a confusing, contradictory, and dark book, has not created a world of
love.
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