I didn’t start reading the Bible until I was 13. Oh sure, I had memory verses for Sunday school: Psalm 100, Psalm 23, John 3: 16. But, when I was in seventh grade, my mother took us to France for the summer. And all I had with me to read was The Children’s Bible translated by Kenneth Taylor (which is no longer in publication), and The 21 Balloons by William Pene DuBois. So, I read them both. A lot.
Ten years ago, I decided to read through the Bible in one year. There are many ways to do this: you can choose the One Year Bible which has the readings all organized for you according to the date, or you can get a bible reading plan and check off each day as you go. Which I’ve done for ten years. Until this year? I decided I was doing it more compulsively than spiritually.
My husband was raised Catholic, of which I know very little, and he speaks of Holy Days of Obligation. The very sound of that kind of day does not fill me with imminent joy and freedom. It sounds ominous, heavy, and hard to fulfill. That is how my Bible reading has become: a Year of Obligation.
So, this year I’m trying something different. Bookfool sent me The Mosiac Bible, newly released from Tyndale this year, when I won it for one of her giveaways. The first half is organized according the liturgical church; you start with Advent, come through Christmas, and next week will be the beginning of Epiphany. There are little devotions you can read all during the week, and then there is the whole Bible in the second half in case you want to read more. Now this sounds perfect.
Instead of obligation reading, I can have devotion reading. Less is more, when I look at one thought, instead of ticking off the days.