Hope you enjoy this article I wrote for the website Ravishly. (Note about the picture on Ravishly: I didn’t pick it. I know it gives the article the look of talking specifically about the Christian god, but that wasn’t my intent. Even though the specific religious tradition I’m healing from in Christian, when I talk about the concept of the divine I’m not tying it to a specific religion.)
As a kid, my family’s male-focused religion often left me feeling like I was a member of the second-best sex. I internalized a lot of Sunday morning sexism as I was taught about “biblical gender roles” and “submission” and “a woman’s place.”
And I was taught something else that might not seem harmful: god was male.
Within a monotheistic context where it was considered sinful to say god was anything but a man, male pronouns and imagery reigned supreme. The classic Christian metaphors said the divine could be compared to a father, son, or brother — but not a mother, daughter, or sister. God could be shown with a penis but never a vagina. The divine was indisputably a dude. [Continue reading on Ravishly]