The Prodigal Reader Returns

A funny thing happened when I took the pressure of this blog off of myself - my Bible reading gradually declined. The lack of any feeling that I ought to read something to be able to post that I read combined wickedly with my acquisition of a Kindle 2 (dude, those things are awesome) and the discovery of the sensationalist Victorian mysteries of Wilkie Collins. I found myself reaching more and more for the Kindle at night, and the engrossing mysteries loaded on to it, and less and less for my heavy and, well, somewhat dull Bible.

So like a good Catholic girl, I've been feeling very guilty, with my Bible staring glumly at me from my bedside table every night. So I'm forcing myself back into it, and back to musing to myself on this blog.

Ironically, I left off on the blog (and my reading) just when the Bible got pretty interesting. I've read about a lot of strong characters - Samson, and Naomi and Ruth, and Saul and Jonathan. I'm currently in the midst of Samuel 2, when David has just been crowned king of Israel.

When I first started on David's story, I of course read through the story of how he acquired his wife, Abigail. My first daughter is named Abigail. When I read her story, I turned to my husband and said "Hey, did you know that Abigail was one of King David's wives?"

He gave me that look that says "duh" while saying "Of course I did. You didn't?"

Man, if even my husband knew that - well, that is a sad commentary on how much I need to continue this project. Literary references routinely fly right past my husband (he is a self-professed non-reader), I'm supposed to be the one who knows these things! Yikes!

I forgot to even write down where I left off last night. I'm somewhere in the second book of Samuel, and bear with me as I try to get back into the swing of this!