Just to clear things up, I don’t have “daddy issues”. My relationship with my dad is wonderful. He and my mom are two of my favorite people. They raised me and my brothers to always question the things around us. They helped build the very foundations of my faith. They also had a wonderful mentor and teacher in church during their high school years in the 70’s, who taught them not to put their faith in a box. For my parents who always supported my curiosity, doubt, and resistance to conform, I am grateful.
I am one of those women, always side-eyed in church for changing “Father” to “Parent”/ “Creator” or “Him”/“He” to “God”. Occasionally, I’ll reference God as “Mother” or use the pronouns “Her” and “She”. I have used Divine One, Holy One, Divine Mother, Divine Parent, and Creator of All Things among many other terms. I don’t do this for attention, try purposefully to make others uncomfortable, or to make a theological statement. It isn’t for anyone else, contrary to what some cis-gendered males who bristle at the sound of a femine noun or pronoun being used for their Father God.
Beginning in seminary and continuing in the years to follow, my narrow view of God from my childhood began to bloom and blossom into something indescribable and life-giving for me. The more I understood about Biblical culture, studied the original Greek and Hebrew text, digested scripture, and learned to trust the whisper in the winds (the Rûaħ) on my spiritual journey about who/what/when/where/how/why God is, I discovered a Divine Presence much…Read More