It took me a while to find a bible to replace the one that I had. It took me several weeks to find a bible. I looked at what was available online and what was available in the bookstores that were near me (via their websites online). I was looking for “the one.” You might think that it’s just a book, or just a bible, or that I’m simply being fastidious but it seemed key. I mean, the bible was going to be my faith map. It was important that it be the right one.
To be honest, I was quite surprised that there weren’t bibles left, right and centre in England. I didn’t think I was going to have as hard a time as I did. I honestly thought I was going to be spoilt for choice. England is where the Methodist faith originated and I thought with that kind of history, people would take their bibles a little more seriously. I was born and raised in a Methodist home (my father is Jewish, however, and while that sounds like a complicated set-up, when one has lived in that kind of an environment, one finds that it enriches one’s faith), I went to church every Sunday, I went to daily vacation church school, I taught Sunday School, I was active in church and I sang in the choir. So there I was, asking about a bible and it surprised me that I got a surprised look from the store assistant. I was, apparently, one of the first people, in a long while, who had asked about a bible.
I received another mini-shock when I went to the section I was directed to. I had expected a “bible section” or at least a section devoted to world religions or something like that. I found nothing of the sort. I found the “philosophy” section. It was suprising (understatement, really!) to discover that the bible was viewed as a piece of philosophical literature. I guess when one grows up valuing the bible differently, it’s always a little surprising (or shocking, in some cases) that people don’t share your values. I knew why it was viewed as a piece of philosophical literature, I knew that intellectually, but I couldn’t really wrap my head around it.
That experience doesn’t detract me from my happiness though. My new faith map feels right in my hands. Like I was meant to have it. It was the last one on the shelf. Like it was placed there for me 🙂
Like Goldilocks after finding Baby Bear’s chair, bowl of porridge, and bed, it was just right. For me, anyway.