Little children, keep yourselves from idols. Amen.
(1st John 5:21)
During the depression in Louisiana we had a servant or two, poor as we were. Dad had taken a black dictionary and used it as a door stop for an innner door. Someone heard our old housekeeper passing that spot and pronouncing in awed terms, "the Word of God". Completely illiterate, she still knew what the word of God was.
Raised in a Methodist parsonage in Louisiana, I was never exposed to the idea that the Bible is perfect. My father, a respected member of the La. Conference of the Methodist Church for 45 years, held that the Bible is a collection of books. Open ended, he did not hold with the idea that God had miraculously closed the canon in 325, using ecclesiastical politicians as his miraculous agents. Dad would never have said any such thing; he just advised his congregation to add to their collection of books if they found anything more meaningful and spiritually nurturing.
As a teenager I knew that the people to whom Dad ministered generally thought the Bible was perfect-- without error, written by the hand of God. They believed this implicitly, usually without ever having read very much of it.
Years later in seminary, coming straight from a degree in science, the oft mentioned incident of Jonah and the big fish assaulted my sensibilities. OMG who said the book was a record of something that actually happened? some people apparently want to believe that, but there's no such indication in the Bible; it's a story, like the stories we tell our children.
So much of the Bible is stories; to get their true import we must rise about the material; these are stories with a spiritual dimension-- not about facts! Do you believe Job really happened? As an actual event it has relatively trivial meaning; as a philosophical and theological tome, it's a masterpiece.
What does all this boil down to? To me it smacks of idolatry; there's a special name for it: bibliolatry! It just takes too much of our spiritual energy to focus only on the material.
Did those things really happen? Who cares?