I’m getting further into my Bible journey, and those who think I’m about to join a cult, rest assured that I’m still the same skeptical person I’ve always been.

So we’re up to David & Goliath. Trust that I love the story of David & Goliath because at 5 ft. nothing, I face giant bullies everyday and take them down with my proverbial slingshot & 5 stones. Sometimes I get lucky like David and only need one.

David pegs Goliath in the forehead and kills him and the Israelites proclaim victory. This is nothing compared to the other stories. Guys, there is an insane amount of violence in the Bible.

Moses, Joshua, David, etc. were all told by God to destroy all the people who were sinners and didn’t redeem themselves. This was supposedly in order to save Israel.

I mean … they say God told them to do that but didn’t Charles Manson kinda do the same thing? I’m pretty sure Manson said God spoke to him and told him what to do too. Back in biblical times, Jael (the woman in the picture who drove a stake through Sisero’s temple for the good of Israel) could have been equivalent to Squeaky Fromme for all we know 🤷🏻‍♀️

From what I understand, this all changes in the New Testament, but for now, it’s all seeming a little David Koresh to me.

Just writing this blog post would most likely have me killed along with my entire family just for doubting what they say God ordered them to do and not apologizing for it.

I’m not questioning that there is a God, I’m questioning the accuracy of the Bible.

From what I understand, it was written 1,000 years after the events actually took place. Can you imagine what someone would write about the Trump presidency 1,000 years from now? Depending on who writes it, it could be fact, fiction or a little of both.

I’m still going to hang in there and see how the story turns out because I really do love this church, and like I said, I do believe in God.

I went to Lowe’s yesterday. On the way there a fox ran in front of my car. I didn’t have time to react, so I kept driving, squeezed my eyes shut, and said a prayer that I didn’t run it over. I didn’t and was so relieved.

But then I couldn’t stop thinking about God. Not because He answered my prayer, but because I felt like it was a sign or something while I was thinking so heavily on the topic.

During church, a big part of the pastor’s sermon was about people not getting vaccinated vs. people getting vaccinated. He said we all need to give each other grace no matter where we stand.

I’ll admit, I wasn’t about to do that. I still get angry when I see clearly defiant maskless people looking down on us dumb mask wearers for being sheep; and I, in return, look down on them for being selfish.

I think that was one of the things that set my day off on the wrong foot; but then at Lowe’s when I was loading up my trunk with some bags of soil and one particularly heavy bag of mulch, a voice from behind asked, “Can I help you with that?”

Well this guy was as tall as Goliath and as friendly as David. I didn’t even get a creepy, “Oh he’s just trying to pick me up” vibe from him. (Even though I was looking quite sexy in my sweatpants, t-shirt, flip flops, and mask.

I usually have a hard time asking for help or taking it, but when I saw that this guy could probably pick each bag up with one finger, I said, “Thank you so much, I’d really appreciate that.” It wasn’t until he walked away that I noticed he wasn’t wearing a mask.

I had to run back into the store and get something else and saw him again – he wasn’t wearing a mask in there either.

The pastor’s words went through my head again and I felt like it was another sign to calm down, get over myself, and give some grace.

I’ll try. Wish me luck. Maybe say a little prayer for me ☺️ 🙏