The Bible and I have an on again, off again relationship. I enjoy thinking the two of us go through periods of getting along; that is, as long as I do well managing to ignore large sections of it (namely the Old Testament) in favor of the more palatable, relatable (Jesus) parts.
I was baptized when I was sixteen, maybe seventeen. My first encounter with Jesus Christ was no more than a year before that, at least I think it was an encounter. Actually, the way it went was; I woke up one Sunday morning and, without any sort of prompt or pressure, I decided to go to church. I may have been home alone, or perhaps everyone was still asleep. In any case, I left before breakfast and walked a half mile to Central United Protestant Church.
As human beings, we ache for story. One story. A story that helps us to connect this minute to the last one, and to the one before that. Like a tightly woven rope, these moments join together through time infusing it with questions and meaning.