All I know from the radio is that the Pope has discounted, or dust dissed, the so-called Gospel of Judas, a heterodox new piece of the old puzzle that shows Jesus and his betrayer as confidantes with a complex, interwoven relationship that doesn't align with the Sunday school verities. I admit that I haven't done the research that would allow me to join the fray on this, but today, Good Friday, I do find myself reflecting on the labor that has gone on for all these many hundreds of years to keep the door shut on the Bible such that nothing new comes into it and nothing old goes out. This all-too-human effort, carried out in the name of the divine, has been, I suppose, a boon to orthodoxy but has done a disservice, perhaps, to the Creation. It's created a book of one-dimensional fixity in a world of creative uncertainty. And now here comes a point of view on Jesus that seems incompatible with the accepted stories. I understand the threat this represents to the iron editors of scripture, but I don't understand why it should bother anyone else. The universe, God's universe, was made with depths and angles unfathomable. A testament that reflects this truth doesn't frighten me at all.