"The book is about ancient manuscripts of the New Testament and the differences found in them, about scribes who copied scripture and sometimes changed it. This may not seem to be very promising as a key to one's autobiography, but there it is. One has little control over such things."
I feel like such a theological nerd when my friends post stuff on their Facebook wall and I am overcome with the urge to point out theological inconsistencies in their shared link, or that the key point they are making on their post was actually based on piece of text that was never found in the earliest manuscripts.
Whether it is the problem of evil, that modern fundamentalist assertions are just that - modern, creeds that were only passed by a slim majority or simply chain mail emails that are clear hoaxes I think I only irritate myself. I do my best to hold my tongue and not come across as an overbearing theology geek. This inevitably leads to me partially typing out a response, realising what an idiot I am being and then quickly deleting the half composed post.
I have no idea why these things inflame passion in me. A man doesn't get to choose his interests.