Of course, God was a man.
In my childhood church I never considered any other possibility. We addressed God as 아버지 (ah-buh-jee), Father, Heavenly Father, Father God, and that reverence and power trickled down to the pastor, the elders (all men), and generally, the leaders of the church. They were the ones who read scripture during worship services and served communion. And I was loud and wild, and often shushed, my parents bemoaning, Why can’t you be quiet? Why can’t you be a nice girl? Why can’t you be normal?
Eventually I learned, and I never thought twice about it. I knew my place
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