Once upon a time, I would have choked on my own vomit at the idea of buying a children’s Bible for my daughter. The way I saw it, the Bible was an indoctrination tool. I no more wanted to crack that book open than I wanted to get her baptized or plan her Bat Mitzvah or teach her to pray toward Mecca five times a day. It was all the same to me. In my mind, only religious people read the Bible.
But, times have changed.
Today, I don’t equate the Bible to religion; I equate it with religious literacy. It is the quickest and most effective way to expose kids to Western belief systems. When it comes to knowledge of Judaism and Christianity and — to a slightly lesser extent — Islam, you can’t do better than to read some key Bible passages. Judaism relies heavily on Moses and the book of Exodus. Christianity revolves around the Gospels: Matthew, Mark, Luke and John. And Islam loves it some Genesis-bred Abraham.
Of course, kids are too young to understand the language in the Bible, so it’s definitely best to go with a children’s version. Yes, they over-simplify things. Yes, they white wash. Yes, they take out all the language that makes the Bible at all enjoyable to read, frankly. But the greater good is that the kids will understand the stories and be drawn into them enough to actually remember them. And memory is sort of key in the education business.
My daughter has had her children’s Bible for almost three years now. She’s been known to take it out and look at the pictures, but lately — within the last year — she has taken to reading it in the car. She skips around a bit, but is always fascinated most by the moral aspects of each tale. I think this is the age where kids really start to think more about “right” and “wrong” and Biblical stories are larger-than-life tales with big-name characters, and so the degrees of rightness and wrongness are heightened.
The shocking thing about it all is that — contrary to the common assumption — reading the Bible seems to be helping to hone her ability to think for herself. She reads the stories with genuine interest and serious consideration — but without the reverence, deference and praise associated with faith-based Bible classes. It’s remarkable, really, especially when I think back on the pure lack of critical thinking I employed when I heard the same stories as a kid.
The other day, for example, while reading in the car, she got to the 10th of the 10 Commandments and read (aloud): “Never want what belongs to others.” Then she stopped and corrected Moses. “Well, you can WANT what belongs to others,” she said. “You just can’t HAVE it. You can buy one for yourself.”
In the story about Joseph’s dream coat, the passage read: “Joseph was one of Jacob’s twelve sons. Jacob loved him more than all of his other sons…”
Maxine looked up at me: “THAT’S SO MEAN!” she said.
When Jacob is thrown in jail, and one of the other prisoners asks Jacob — quite out of the blue — to decipher the guy’s dream, Maxine was all: “Well how would HE know what that means?!” And when a father (I can’t recall who) tells his son that he must marry who the father chooses, Maxine declared that to be “dumb” and explained to me that, of course, the son can marry whoever he wants.
But my favorite bit was when her Bible told her that “goodly people” would go to live in heaven.
“I am a goodly person,” Maxine said, “but I don’t want to live in heaven.”
And then she added: “Where do all the BADLY people live, that’s what I want to know…”