Jots and Tittles

One of these days I'm going to learn better than to procrastinate.  I swear.  Until that day, I'm going to have to suffer through times like this, when all of a sudden I realize that I have an assignment for Goddess Religions due TOMORROW and I haven't really started it yet.

But it wouldn't have mattered if I'd had a month of Sundays to finish this - the assignment would not have been any easier.  I still wouldn't have the stomach to sit down and read things like this.  I get to the point where I have to stop and go pray, read the Bible, pray, pray, pray... and even then I feel dirty.  Ritually unclean, if you will.  Because that stuff is sick, and it's twisted - literally, as they've twisted the Bible to their own stupid purposes.

Now, this is, once again, nothing new.  But it's amazing how difficult it remains for me to read.  In the same way that I still get creeped out when I'm listening to that tape of the Re-Imagining conference, this stuff still (and probably always will) gives me the feeling that something is wrong, something is very wrong about this, if only I could get past the panic it engenders in me to figure out what it is. 

So, friends, keep praying for me.  It's going to be a long night.