This is one of those things that’s almost is part of being an American. My grandmother found Psalms 23 very comforting and was sure that I would as well. You know – “The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures…”.
He also gave me an allergy to grass, and I itch after lying down in it (probably because He knew that I would turn out to be an atheist), but that’s not where I want to go with this. The image as a shepherd in the sky is one that has always bothered me. God was there to take care of me for the rest of my life, fleecing me occasionally. (That’s why we have churches.) Then He would slaughter me for my meat. My grandmother never saw it that way. It always ended with “God will take care of me”. He sure will – as soon as I get plump and juicy.
I used to wonder why no one else ever had my weird interpretation of “old 23”; then it happened. I found these on YouTube.
Is this just something that a few atheists find troubling, or has it occurred any Christians out there who’ve read the Bible, unscathed?