So, this morning, I read this, got this far:
One reason is that the Bible actually gives two different sets of Ten Commandments, and they don’t match. In Exodus 20, Moses comes down from Mount Sinai with a set of stone tablets. (This is the most popular version.) Then he gets mad and smashes them and has to go back up and get another set. And God says, “Hew thee two tables of stone like unto the first: and I will write upon these tables the words that were in the first tables, which thou brakest.” (Exodus 34:1). But then, apparently, God can’t resist tweaking them a little. Ok, a lot.
and thought: "Hey, wait a minute," and pulled a Bible off my shelf. Quicker than Google, I was browsing Exodus. My suspicions confirmed (and against my better judgment) I left a comment:
More trouble than it's worth to divide that up or change the formatting, but that's what got left while I was away. My belated response is the penultimate comment, there; but you get the drift. Something there is about topics religious which deranges the mind; or at least makes commenters see all kinds of monsters drooling under the bed.
I really don't get it. My only comment was on the accuracy of the reporting of what Exodus said; not on the accuracy of Exodus as history of events, nor the analysis in the article (which is pretty piss poor, and as I mentioned in passing, assumes a lot about the history of Christianity which I'm not sure is valid.).
The reigning assumption is that all Christians are fundamentalists, and have been since Paul died (I as often see Paul blamed for messing up Christianity as I see the "Old Testament" labelled a book full of a vengeful and wrathful God, and nothing like Jesus; which is so illiterate it's downright sad). Point out that "the Fundamentals" were written in the early 20th century, and the monkeys hoot and fling poo at you. (I know, I know, it's a tiresome metaphor by now, but read those comments again and tell me if you don't think "Welcome to the Monkey House" is a phrase that springs to mind).
I know better than to bother; and I report on it to clear it out of my mind. Something even odder happened to me today, which merits its own post. Just consider these diary entries on what a long, strange trip it's been.