My Bible

I have spent the last three hours reading Miller-Hayes' History and Hayes' Interpretation of O.T.  I feel as though I have been hit, over and over, until beaten down.  Although, it's not really sharp pain as much as sadness...or grief.  I feel like I am losing my Bible.

I keep thinking about a lecture from History of Christian Thought a few weeks ago, when I heard about the Coptic monks who were persecuted in the 4th Century.  They were anthropomorphites, which means that they took the Bible so literally, that when the Bible says something about God's hand, or God's shield, they believed that God literally has hands and a shield.  They were persecuted as heretics, because obviously God doesn't have hands, or carry a shield.  

One anthropomorphite monk, having submitted to the ruling of a local council, confessed his errors, and said, "but they have taken away my God".

I think that the best thing I can do now is just go to the text and pray it, and delight in it, and maybe even sing some of it.