Strange, Isn’t It?

 

 

Isn’t it strange, to say the least,

How we treat the Bible?

And I am not talking about those in church

At, say like a revival.

 

I am talking about philosophers-

Is that what they call themselves?

And people who are intelligent

But somehow left their brains on their shelves.

 

As children they accepted it

But then they got too bright, you see,

And what they could not understand

They called unscholarly.

 

They are voracious readers,

They will read everything in sight

And none of those books they will resent

Even when the information is trite.

 

But ask them about the Bible-

O, you mean that book of fairy tales?

Of myths and legends and old wife’s fables?

Of unscientific thrash and epic fails?

 

And this, of course, is charitable-

You don’t want to hear the coarser descriptions,

You would believe it’s totally corrupted

With nothing for one’s instruction.

 

They will search and search

To find so-called treasure in some book

And having located that piece of trivia

Then spend time getting others to take a look.

 

But the Bible on the other hand,

They would scorn and totally repudiate

And the life-giving treasures that it offers

They would scoff at and berate.

 

I am frequently flabbergasted

At some of their disgusting claims,

Particularly from them that should know better,

But don’t expect me to call any names. 

 

Their names I shall keep to myself

Except when I lift them up in prayer

And trust they will soon come to their senses

And see that the God of the Bible cares.

 

They are trapped in Leviticus and Numbers

Where mixed cloth and mixed plants offend them,

But re the weightier matters of the Holy Word-

They will not spend a minute to defend.

 

 

Isn’t it strange? I ask again,

How the most important book in all the world

Is treated with open contempt

And by many, considered absurd?

 

Stewart Russell © May 2020