Okay, I’m a biblical scholar. Sort of. A beginning one, at least. Hey, I’ve read over 80% of the so-called Old Testament — how many other people can say that? Especially the high and mighty ones who always try to make a holier-than-thou point of being better-than-me? Yeah, thought not.
What’s gotten me cranky on the subject is the fact that, many times when people see me carrying my Tanach around to or from a coffee house or restaurant, they figure I’m one of those nauseatingly evangelical preacher-women who is bound to ask if they’ve accepted Jesus as their savior, and will only be put off be equal piety, or gunfire. I want to read a big old book. Very big and very old.
I have no wish to convert anyone to anything, except sometimes the Church of Shutting Up. Especially those, perhaps, trying to convince me to read the latest Deepak Chopra or fantastic new guru from Hoboken or somewhere equally exotic.
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