"In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God."
I've read that opening of John's Gospel hundreds of times. Taught it, analyzed it, dissected its Greek origins for students who were mostly checking their phones under their desks. But hearing Max McLean speak those words somewhere around hour forty-seven of this marathon? Something shifted. The familiar became strange again. Strange in the best way.
Look, I'll be honestâI approached a 75-hour audio Bible with the same skepticism I bring to any "complete works" project. That's roughly the same length as listening to War and Peace twice. With a faculty meeting thrown in. But my wife Denise suggested we try it during our morning lakefront walks, and three months later, I'm writing this review having finished the whole thing.
When the Text Becomes Theater
Max McLean isn't just reading. He's performing in the truest senseâand I say this as someone who believes narration is an interpretive art form. The man founded the Fellowship of Performing Arts in New York, and you can hear that theatrical training in every book. Not in an over-the-top, "voices for every character" way. More like... he understands that pause is punctuation. That breath matters.
The Psalms hit different when someone reads them like poetry instead of instruction manual. That same reverence for language as transformative force shows up in Man: King of Mind, Body, and Circumstance, though Allen takes it in a more philosophical direction. Ecclesiastesâwhich I've always found crushingly beautifulâbecomes almost unbearably poignant. "Meaningless, meaningless, everything is meaningless." McLean delivers that line with exactly the right amount of world-weariness. Not melodrama. Just... tired truth.
And the prophets. Oh, the prophets. Isaiah's warnings sound like they're being delivered by someone who actually believes the world is at stake. Because, well, it was. Is. (Don't tell my students I'm getting theological in an audiobook review.)
The Subtle Art of Not Over-Doing It
Here's what separates McLean from other Bible narrators I've sampled: restraint. The subtle background musicâand I mean subtle, not Hallmark-movie-soundtrack subtleâcreates atmosphere without distraction. It's there, then it's not, and you barely notice the transition.
Some listeners might want the full dramatized experience with different voice actors for every character. Fair enough. But there's something powerful about a single voice carrying the entire narrative arc from Genesis to Revelation. You start to hear the connections. The echoes. The way themes thread through sixty-six books written across centuries.
My only practical complaintâand this is really about the audiobook format, not McLeanâis navigation. Seventy-five hours is a lot to scrub through if you're looking for a specific passage. The chapter markers help, but if you're using this for Bible study and need to find, say, Romans 8:28 quickly? You might want the print version handy too.
Who Should Listen (And Who Should Skip)
I started listening during walks. Then grading sessions. Thenâand I'm not proud of thisâduring a particularly long department meeting about curriculum alignment. (Principal Martinez, I was definitely paying attention. I wasn't. I was in Exodus.)
This works for commuters, joggers, anyone who wants Scripture as companion rather than assignment. The thirteen-minutes-a-day approach they advertise? Actually doable. Though I found myself going longer because the narrative momentum of certain booksâGenesis, the Gospels, Actsâjust pulls you forward. If you need academic analysis or study notes, look elsewhere. This is the text, beautifully rendered, trusting that the words themselves are enough.
I will sayâand the content warnings are realâthis is the Bible, unabridged. The violence of Judges, the difficult passages in Leviticus, the apocalyptic imagery of Revelation. McLean doesn't soften any of it. Redeeming Love doesn't soften the difficult parts eitherâit leans into the messy, uncomfortable reality of biblical allegory in ways that surprised me. He reads it like it's the Word of God, as one reviewer put it. That means everything. Including the parts we'd rather skip.
Seventy-Five Hours Well Spent
My students would absolutely not listen to this. Too long. No TikTok-friendly clips. No celebrities.
But I'm not my students. (Thank God.) And for anyone who wants to experience Scripture the way it was meant to be experiencedâheard, not just readâthis is the version. McLean's voice has become the voice in my head now when I read certain passages. That's either a sign of his skill or proof I've listened to too many audiobooks. Probably both.
Denise and I finished Revelation last week, walking along Lake Michigan as the sun came up. Felt right, somehow. Endings and beginnings. Worth every one of those seventy-five hours.











