Cliffnotes

I read it all

Every jot and tittle

It's all or nothing

So I'm told

In the beginning

Adam took notes

Named every creature

Even his wife

Begat in perfect tens

Two sevenths from him were also special

One proclaims the need for justice

The other walks with gods

Who play an important role

Three days of forming

Three days of filling

It was evening

It was morning

Then seventh day had no end

The story prefigures a promised rest

Adam falls like Israel

Failing to enter that rest

Exiled east of the temple

But his children were still welcome to draw near 

Jachin and Boaz with two flaming swords

The younger son draws near according to the Law

The firstborn destroys his brother

Is exiled east of Eden

He receives a city of refuge as his mark 

The deluge parallels the fire of Sodom

And the brimstone of Gomorrah

Offspring of gods are produced

Babelic empires are dispersed

A temple on water is built for rest

War-bows are made to be seen by the Most High

Patriarchs are viewed as princes by all

Giving away their sisters

Not once, but twice

The Canaanite friendly wife takes a look back

As a perpetual witness to a covenant of salt

The seed of Adam remains special and protected

A covenant remains secured

Even the king of peace receives tithes

Eve's daughter grows old and bears a son

The slavegirl and her son are cast out though

Only the freeborn son remains

Only the freeborn is sacrificed on a mountain

Where the temple would be built

To be raised from death

Or receive a lamb to pioneer for him

I read all of this

Every jot and tittle

Must be true

So I'm told

But what if every jot was beside the point

What if each tittle need not be precisely true

But merely to be faithful
To a promise

To a tradition

To a word of God
To a word from God
Who spoke through the prophets
Who prescribed and proscribed how to draw near
And how to be raised from the dead ones

And when that tradition became an empire
Of tribal allegiance with heavy burdens and no rest

Exiled east of the Garden

East of the temple

East of the promised rest

Scribes scrambled to collate and redact
To prescribe and proscribe their tribalism

Yet according to promise
Through a living tradition
When god became vellum

The word became flesh
And tabernacled among them
To rival their gods
And to raise their dead ones

Because the word of God is inspired

The word of God is infallible

The word of God is inerrant

The word of God read it all, too

And his apostles took notes