Our Country's Christian Heritage

If we were really a country with a Christian heritage, we'd have state books of the Bible.

I mean, we have an enormous and rather silly pile of official state things scattered throughout our land.  State flowers.  State birds.  State fossils.  State insects.  State minerals.  State nuts.  State *dough*nuts.  State cookies.  State muffins.  State reptiles.  State vegetables.  State horses.  State fruits.  State beverages.  State colors.  State songs.  State grass.

Even if we limit ourselves to the Protestant Bible and its relatively small collection of sixty-six books(*), that's more than enough room to pick a distinctive choice.  I don't think any state is going to go for Amos(**).  There's still lots of other books to pick from, though.

I could just imagine the esteemed Christian leaders in a state getting together to pick the official book.  What book would reflect their identity as a Christian state?  What book would proclaim the evils of abortion, explain unambiguously the design of marriage as between one man and one woman, point out how the poor generally deserve their poverty because of some moral failing, preach about how wonderful rich people are as the "job creators" of society, expound on the evils of environmentalism, and demonstrate how Christians ought to enshrine their faith in the laws and government of their culture?

None of them?

Huh.  Kinda makes you wonder how those things came to be thought of as "Christian", doesn't it?

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(*) The Catholic Bible has seventy-three books, and the Coptic Christian Bible has eighty-one.

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(**) Seriously.  Read Amos.  It's short.  A shepherd who isn't even a "trained" prophet goes ballistic on his countrymen for the way that they treat the disadvantaged in society, pointing out that they're no better than (and sometimes worse than) people with no interest in God whatsoever, even though they're performing all the observances and rites that God told them to.  I'd love to see a state try to follow it, but that's kind of an outlandish dream.

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