On God.

This one time, I was trying to explain a painting of mine that contained ‘the hand of God’ to a potential employer. She proceeded to ask why the hand appeared masculine— did I think that God was a man?

I felt that she was shaming me for being a bad feminist, so after days of thinking it over, I presented my argument to my mum:

I think it’s more likely that God is a woman because then the scripture John 3.16

‘For God so loved the world, that he gave his only son..’ would make a lot more sense.

Men give up their kids everyday, however, if a woman gave up their child, now that would be sacrifice.

Her response was: women also have their shortcomings— comparing God, the all knowing, all powerful being to a woman or a man, thus portraying them with human traits was only a disservice to myself.

Quick diversion: Last year, the story of the alien remains and how they were found made it’s rounds. A particular creator explained that the reason he didn’t believe this story, even after it had been shared officially with the American Congress, was: there was no way aliens looked like that. Given the weirdness of the creatures that live on earth alone— transparent fish in the deep sea, birthing male sea horses, kangaroos, there was no way that creatures who had a different gravitational force, and breathed different air, and lived in such a drastically different environment, had two arms, and two legs, and two eyes, everything symmetrical, like human beings. It was only a consequence of human ego that they were portrayed as such.

My point? How about the being that created all life?

I echo: comparing God, the all knowing, all powerful being to a woman or a man, thus portraying them with human traits is only a disservice to ourselves.