I was talking to someone about the Ten Commandments the other day. We were talking about what a terrible choice of things to write about. God only bothered to actually write anything down once, and he chose these? The first 4 are political and the rest are no-brainers that we really don't have to be told.
And then it hit me: if you're dumb enough to follow a guy into the desert where you go in circles for several years, you probably need to be told a lot of things. It's really not a huge desert. Hell, you can walk right across the thing in a few months, without a divine ranger scouting ahead. 40 years? Moses, you're an idiot.*
I can hear Yahweh now...
"Yes, yes, Moses. I'll send the damn manna down in a sec. No, I'm not going to ask this guy on the camel for directions, and if you'd just shut the hell up for a sec, I might be able to get this bloody map folded the right way!"
*maybe not - he managed to tell people with a straight face that his blood-thirsty god, the one who commanded him to kill one of his followers for collecting firewood, is commanding them to "Not kill".
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