You know, all I can think of when reading some of these minor prophet books at the end of the Old Testament – Nahum, Obadiah, Habakkuk, etc. – is how the hell did I memorize all these book names for my church confirmation process when I was a teenager? I didn’t know jack shit about what any of the books actually said back then, so what was the point of memorizing all their titles? It seems ridiculous, but I can’t entirely blame the Methodist church for my lack of proper training, as I wasn’t exactly the best Sunday School student. If I had only realized what I was missing back then, maybe I would’ve been more interested. I’d be extremely curious to know how 13 year-old me would’ve reacted to these things. We’ll never know now.