Yahweh, Elohim, puts a smile on my face. Jehovah and Om, signs that can’t be erased. Gayatri and Guru, all names of divine. Mohammad, Adonai, the Name sounds like mine. If God is a spirit, why do we call it “He,” to give it more power and boost masculinity.
To justify oppression, to keep building walls, to silence the female, as sperm travels down her halls, to
No, it isn’t a “He” that brings water to life. It isn’t a “He” that delivers us from strife. It isn’t a “He” each day rising the Sun. It won’t be a “He” when the fight is almost done. I’m calling it “Me,” as I live a good life. I’m calling it “Me” as I serve as a wife. I’m calling it “Me” as I pick up my seed. I’m calling it me, as I pray for our needs.
This is not removing my worship, nor delineating my praise. Christ still is my Savior as my hands I will raise, but God is a spirit, which can’t be denied and the power of its Glory is inside where it lies. So stop telling your daughters that it is a “He,” because truth is a spirit that dwells deep inside of me. Amen.
