Jan 28, 2005 12:03
As if it needs to be said, I rarely read the Bible. Gah. My grandma begs, implores, entreats and just about bullies me into reading at least a verse a day, she says. C'moooonnn, read it. Look, I've bookmarked it for you. I say, okay, leave it there. I'll read it. Soon. After I finish reading this.
Nooo. You have to read it now. C'mmooon, read it out loud. Start with the Book of Proverbs.
Okay Lola. I will. After this.
Nooo. Now.
So I do it so as not to break her heart. I didn't want to tell her that I am having issues with God. Not that I don't have faith in Him but I am seeing chinks in his armour. I don't understand why some things are not acceptable. I have concerns regarding priests and stories of paedophilia. Why is mass so boring? Can this priest be any more dull? (yes, i am horrible.)
But I read a passage so as not to break her heart. After all, she's a frail, old woman who only wants the best for me. I am, however, smarter than her and know better. I'm better educated, I have a career (she never worked, just looked after her kids) and quite frankly, her thoughts are outdated. While I love her, what I can learn from her is miniscule at best.
Yes, it's the arrogance of youth. It's got to be sheer coincidence. There is no way she can be so clever as to choose the right page to tell me something:
...the fear of the Lord is the beginning of knowledge,
But fools despise wisdom and instruction.