I've always been wary of these half baked denominations. Communist Bibles? How do we know they haven't melded ideology from their
little red books or (the mind boggles but let's face it) from Colonel Gaddafi's little
green book and all the horrors that go with them?
We don't. That's how.
These personality cults have no place in Christianity. I almost wrote "Christendom" then but that includes so many idolatrous cults that, whatever the word meant once-upon-a-time, surely it can't mean anything connected to Jesus now. Would anyone buy a Bible printed in Rome?
No-one. That's who.
Catholics maybe; maybe it's even compulsory for them. Who knows? What about Bibles from Mecca? Ouagadougou? Gaza? The Yemen? Timbuktu? For genderfluid polyamorous types there may be no differences to celebrate. Today they're Gaddafi, tomorrow they're Mae West:
Between two evils, I always pick the one I never tried before.
No false ideology can ever be trusted to produce literature of value, except as historical evidence of things to avoid. Evils indeed. The very first Baptist was able to identify Jesus as soon as he saw Him. Watered down in these dubious "translations" themselves based on revised texts cobbled together over a thousand years, who could appreciate Christ in their pages?
And without Him as He really is the future is bleak. Torture. Pain. Gnashing of teeth. Fire forever, molten anguish, everlasting remorse: The Bible tells me so.