The Tuesday morning Bible study group at church has
for years been ably led by Pastor Hy, an amazing 91 year old who has finally
decided to slow down a bit. Hy is beloved by the small, close-knit group of
ladies who attend the Bible study every week. Everyone was sad when she gave up
leadership of our little band of students; everyone wondered what (who) would
come next.
When no one stepped forward, I raised my hand, which
is something I've done all my life. Jesus says something about cutting off
offending hands in his Sermon on the Mount. He meant it symbolically of course,
but I always think of my treacherous hand, ever raised skyward, offering to do
what I emphatically do NOT want to do. And why do I always put myself in
these positions?
I think it's because I feel so badly for the asker.
I put myself in his or her shoes, desperate for someone (anyone) to help, resigned
to being stuck heading up the bake sale committee forever. Years ago, I worked
up the courage to face the Christ's Lutheran Young Mother's Circle and resign
my leadership role after a multi-year run. I made my case for departure, then
waited for a positive response from somebody (anybody). I finally burst into
tears and STILL no one said they would take over. The group actually disbanded
at that point rather than come up with another Head Circle Honcho.
At any rate, I am now running the Bible study show. We are looking at
the Gospel of Matthew, and as we do I am reminded that I was born Catholic, and
Catholics NEVER read the Bible. Our only copy of Sacred Scripture at home was
Mom and Dad's wedding Bible, in which my sisters and I colored with crayons. Leave
it to Father So-and-So to interpret for me, I figured. After all, he was making
the big bucks!
My learning curve has been as steep as Mt. Everest. I teach
Confirmation. I lead the first grade Bible workshop. In recent years I have
been writing devotions, skits and plays for various religious publishers, all
grounded in the Word of the Lord. With every assignment, I discover something
new. Catholics are taught that Jesus was an only child, but apparently he had
siblings! I kinda figured Noah’s Ark and the Garden of Eden were not literally
true, but it’s been a revelation (get it?) to read Bible scholars and get some
historical background, when these stories may have been first told, and what they
were meant to convey.
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