It's Almost Like A Message, Or Something

Proverbs 25:11:

"A word fitly spoken is like apples of gold in pictures of silver."

Lately, a lot of Bible-y stuff seems to be resonating to me. Huh.

I suppose that shouldn't surprise me so much, because taken from a purely literary standpoint, the Bible is a hell of a read. But I struggle with faith and Christianity, and the whole dogmatic ball of wax, because to me, taking the Bible as a literal interpretation of historical events is a little like using Wuthering Heights as a how-to guide to Romance.

Eh, I dunno. Just consider it another wtf? moment from a doubting Thomasina. They seem to be happending with alarming frequency lately, prompting me to wonder if the Apocalypse is incipient or something. Because I always kind of thought that it would take looking Jesus and the Devil in the face and having to choose between them to really solidify my faith.

Meaning, I tend to put off important decisions until the very end and then hope like hell that my spur of the moment decision is the right one.

But yeah...weird how all this stuff is just coming at me lately.

Although, not really. I was raised in a Christian home. My in-laws are very, very devout Southern Baptists. I do live in the Bible Belt. I am proselytized to everwhere from the grocery store to the ballpark. Just last night at an actual ball game in fact, I was having a discussion with two other Moms about having babies after forty, (which had just happened to one of them) and was forced to listen to the other preach about how we all just have to "surrender" to God's will in that respect. Gack.

I'm rambling, aren't I? Well, that's because I have all kinds of stuff to say. Too much. Sometimes I get caught up in a glut of thought and I can't really extricate the smaller pieces and put them together in a cohesive manner. So this is what you get today.

I know, I stink lately. But tomorrow, I promise a nice juicy story about how I wrangled with the school social worker over an attendance issue. I'm on the radar, you see. Because obviously, I am keeping my kid home from school to allow the bruises to heal.

Or, he could have had bronchitis and then the freaking flu for two weeks. And certainly sending me intimidating letters will help, by causing me to panic and send my child back to school before he is fully well, further exacerbating the already nearly pandemic nature of this amazingly hale and hardy virus.

Anybody got a bible verse for that?