I am. Aren’t you? “Kill the women, kill the children.” Stone your sons to death if they talk back to you.” “Thus said the Lord of Hosts, I remember that which Amalek did to Israel, how he laid wait for him in the way, when he came up from Egypt. Now go and smite Amalek and utterly destroy all that they have, and spare them not; but slay both man and woman, infant and suckling, ox and sheep, camel and ass.” There you have it, murder and revenge! Blood dripping off the pages.
“Israel is a stiffnecked people. Let me alone that I may destroy them (God needs permission from Moses?). I will raise up a great nation out of you.” “There, there now God, calm down, what will the Egyptians say; that you brought them out here to the desert just to destroy them.” “Bad PR,” pleads Moses the lawgiver and erstwhile psychologist to the divine.
Who is this God with a serious anger management problem? Is he for real or the creation of a power hungry, control freak priesthood who wanted to boogeyman the superstitious and ignorant slaves into accepting a new tribal dictator? Is he a pharaoh of cosmic proportions, an ET from another galaxy, a darth vader like imposter appearing as an angel of light?
I was taught as a child that the God of the Old and New Testaments were one and the same. This schizophrenic God failed to engage me as a 19 year old at the deepest levels of my heart and so it was not until 27 years later, after living in a moral pigpen like the biblical prodigal son, that I decided to have a showdown at high noon with the fire breathing, killer god of the Old Testament.
To be continued…