Since we all know that one of life's cardinal rules in the twenty-first century is that "it's all about me," I am sort of reluctant to admit this: The Bible is not all about me. Not that I am not there in plenty of places. I am there with Adam pointing the finger at Eve, trying to pass off the blame for my sin to someone else. I am there with Cain, feeling resentment toward someone who is obviously doing better than I and ignoring God's warnings about sin trying to ensnare me, and there I am right alongside Jacob trying to lie my way out of a tight spot. Oh, and I'm there, too, complaining to Moses about the lack of fresh onions here in the desert and having to put up with this manna and quail diet. Now that I think about it, I am probably there urging Jesus not to waste his time with thos…