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E. G. Fabricant on
Friday, 19 May 2006 04:23
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Picking up from last week: "Pastorized" New Covenant. Here’s my point: context is everything. Take, for instance, the current rage to denounce homosexuality as a sin against God by quoting two passages from The Book of Leviticus, thusly:
Tell Adam and Steve what they’ve won, Johnny!
Sorta settles that “Hate the sin, love the sinner” hash, don’t it? (Lesbians, take note: I’ve scoured Chapters 18 and 20—a beggar’s banquet of consanguineous No-Noes, with shunning and death at the other end—and it appears girl-on-girl was overlooked. Sometimes it’s good to be chattel.) Let’s see; Leviticus, the third of the five books in the Pentateuch in the Old Testament, wherein Yahweh lays down the laws and rites of legal purity, primarily for the priests of the Levites. (Hence, the name assigned by its Greek translators.) Leviticus I opens up in Chapter 1 with a short primer on the Dos and Don’ts of ritual animal sacrifice; Chapter 2 gives the formula for making a Just and Vengeful God breakfast. (God, I don’t kid; look it up.) Here’s the catch: If you buy these injunctions, seems fairly clear you have to go with the whole program; no picking and choosing the Word of God, right? Try these on for comfort:
What did you say to me, you little brat? Screw the belt; Honey, where’s my Nine Millimeter?
Well—there goes the neighborhood!
Pastor! I think I’ve found a way to get “Desperate Housewives” off the air! Just a few more gems, for effect:
Long story short, words to live by—if you’re descended from the Tribes, keep Kosher, have strong feelings about traditions, and are too busy or too conservative for the Talmud. The five books of the Pentateuch are the foundations of the Laws of the selfsame tribal People of God—the Torah. I’ll only say this once:
Hint: Here’s a quick way to determine your Levitican eligibility, if you’re a male Bible Hawk; most of those in charge are, it seems. Check your underpants. If the Twinkie is still in its original wrapper—sorry. T ry again next time. (Like me, you may have lost your On-board Stimulator in the Boomer Gentile Medical “Sanitary Safe, Not Sorry” Campaign; if you’re not certain, ask a parent. Still—if you were not Brissed, you are dismissed.) Even then, you don’t see that many of our Jewish brethren—not even Hassidim—lathered up in public about gays, certainly with nowhere near the frequency of your card-carrying Baptists. Why, you ask? My theory is they’re too busy keeping a weather eye on us. The last time we Christians got up a good head of steam on the subject, the Sons and Daughters of Abraham got the first one-way tickets to Kamp. Next Week: Straight from the Paraclete's mouth.
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