When I took my first theology class (Feminist Biblical Interpretation, which ought to tell you something) I bought the first serious Bible I've ever owned. I mean, I had some before that--the kid kind that are disappointing Christmas presents, and then an old and musty one I bought because I liked the gilding on the pages. I used to flip through it looking for annotations from the little old lady who owned it before, and sometimes even read the Psalms. But then in college I got my
New Oxford Annotated Bible, an impressive tome with the editors' names on the cover, which must be a hell of a feeling. It's a good version, with exotic Apocrypha and useful historical background, and sometimes I even read it *not* for class. (Although study Bibles aren't really the best for meditation, especially if you're a word junkie like I am who gets all wrapped up in the footnotes.) Anyway. A class I'll be taking this semester (Biblical Spirituality, rumored to be awesome, they had to move it to a bigger classroom, which I somehow find hilarious at a divinity school) recommends
The Catholic Study Bible, which I'm sure is also a lovely work.
The respective merits of the Bibles aren't really the issue. (My current has inclusive language, which I don't think the Catholic Study B does, being, uh, Catholic, but then it would be nice to be using the same text as the
lectionary.) No, the thing is, two Bibles? Owning two Bibles? For some reason the second Bible seems to me like a third cat or a fourth kid, something whose acquisition makes you "that lady with the [blank]s." You'd be surprised how often people check out my bookshelves, and I think it's important to maintain an image that will allow people who don't believe what I do to the extent that I do to take my opinions seriously. I think people who know me come to know that I am absolutely crazy about God, but I generally try not to word-for-word open with that. I find the image of being crazy about religion even less conducive to good conversations.
It is bad--quite bad--enough that my obviously holier roommate just put up a crucifix
in the kitchen. And of course I can't petition for its removal, because it's a crucifix! And I can't get rid of an extra Bible, because it's a Bible! You don't just jettison a Bible for the latest model!
Maybe I can remove all the images from the kitchen during Lent. And conceal that extra Bible on my roommate's shelf.