February 10, 2009...7:27 pm

Reading the Disturbing

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Christians are often bothered by the illicit material found in the Old Testament. Incest, violence, warfare, rape, and deceit fill the pages of the 39 books. What is bad is that sometimes the text does not speak a word of condemnation against the perpetrators. And worse, the culprits are often the good guys. Since these stories typically find their major audience with juveniles, these narratives puzzle conscientious Sunday School teachers who are duly aware of the psychological (This conent could be harmful) and the practical (We have no flannel-graph to represent that particular episode). In their search for the wholesome, they seek to lay their classroom down on greener pastures.

Some suggest that these narratives make it into the Bible in hopes of showing that God can save anyone, no matter how great their sin. And this is a true statement. But is that it? Consider this excerpt from Keillor’s Love Me:

The most visceral and vital writing is about bad people and allows the reader to see that “We are Them.” For reasons having mostly to do with arrogance and stupidity, young writers waste years trying to impersonate goodness and inner peace. Bad move. What you really want to write about is greed, anger, pillage, thievery, corruption, eye gouging, meanness, shameless groveling, that sort of thing. And lust. Always lust.

Could it be true that part of the Old Testament’s sauciness can be attributed to the simple fact that it is a piece of literature? The idea behind literature is that people read it. The Bible is not an almanac, encyclopedia, owner’s manual, or TV Guide. And for that we are thankful. It has a dramatic message that incorporates the best and worst of the human experience. We remember the things that make our heart race and our brow sweat. They force us to consider how truly bizarre and disturbing our behavior can be. And in the end, we are moved to seek the God within and behind the story: who finds the violence in the Bible more egregious than we dare; the rape more offensive than words can tell; the love more moving than we can comprehend; the hope more transforming than we can know.

But now we see through a glass dimly.

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