crosspost: this article originally appeared here.
“If art imitates life,
scripture likewise reflects it
in both holiness and horror.”
There is a love/hate relationship I have with wishlists. On the one hand, when special days that beckon gifts come around, it’s nice to get a present for someone which you know they will like. On the other hand, the hope would be that you as the gift-giver would be in tune enough with the recipient to grant them not only something that they will enjoy, but something that they didn’t even know they would enjoy.
There is a love/hate relationship I have with certain Biblical stories. These are the narratives where the “moral of the story” is seemingly no where to be found, and where the ever present God seems to be strangely absent. The mystery and the exploration of the text is intriguing and even interactive, but then to some degree unsatisfying as the third act of resolution or redemption doesn’t come. This can be especially frustrating when the inspired story’s main plot point is that of injustice.
The book for today’s post is Texts of Terror by Phyllis Trible. This little 128 page book (which originally was a series of lectures) was on my Christmas wish list this year and my sister-in-law (on the other side of the country) snagged it for me. (Thanks Liz!). Someone asked me recently what I was reading and I told them. They asked how it was and I responded: horribly beautiful.