LEWIS & ME


on faith. and the other big f word.

I've been working my way through the new Lewis Black book, Me of Little Faith, in which the world's funniest human being grapples with

It's made me think. A lot. And it's made me laugh out loud. A whole hell of a lot. But rarely as well or as robustly as I did last night, when I got to a chapter entitled "the whole truth and nothing but the truth, so help me god." Here are the first two paragraphs:

Is the Bible absolutely true? Is it really the word of God?

Well, if it is, I am fucked. And then I'm fucked for saying fuck. And I say it a lot. It's not really a word to me; it's a comma.

Anyone familiar with Lewis Black knows how truly funny that is. Anyone really familiar with me knows how truly I can relate. And also why the fifth, sixth, and seventh paragraphs had me laughing so hard I almost fell out of bed and into respiratory failure:

But, even if the Bible is a dead-on accurate transcription of God's words, it's rather shocking that God only had two books in him. The Old and the New Testament. I've actually written two books and I am sure God would have written more than me.

Two books? That was all he had to say to us? You think he would have put out at least a pamphlet on the Holocaust. And if not a pamphlet, a couple of well-placed fireballs, for crying out loud. This is the Supreme Being we're talking about, who whacks Sodom and Gomorrah and turns Lot's wife to salt, and Hitler doesn't get so much as a twisted ankle?

It seems a little suspicious to me.

And pretty fucking funny to me.

(Oops. See what I mean?)

Posted: Sat - August 9, 2008 at 03:34 PM          

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