I finished reading the Bible. I really do not suggest reading it this quickly. When just trying to get to the end, I became impatient. The parts with repetition like the refrain of a song became monotonous instead of reinforcement of an idea or situation. The language became an obstacle instead of a melody. I truly wish I were still back in the Old Testament enjoying what this majestic work has has offer. I know there were parts I did not pay enough attention to given that my goal was to finish and not to savor the book. There is so much in the Bible, it is difficult enough to keep everything in order when reading it at a reasonable pace. I wonder now how much I have missed.
Knowing this was the case, that I was not reading the book in the best possible way, why did I go on? It's simple; it was assigned and it was a challenge. I have never failed to complete an assignment, even through the great personal physical and emotional pain I have endured in the last few years. I could not just fail now; the task had to be completed.
I do not have regret for my action; just a bit of disappointment that I was not able to allow more time for the book. I feel that I learned quite a bit about the Bible and about myself during this reading. In addition, this is not the only opportunity I have to see what this book has to offer. I own a copy; to not look at it more than once would be like having a Monet hanging in my living room and only glancing at it one time. So, I did finish reading the Bible once, but I am not finished reading the Bible.
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