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The God presented by the biblical authors and worshipped in the Church today cannot be regarded as having gender, any more than God can be regarded as having race or color. In recognizing this truth, we will be more free to use inclusive metaphors for God.

We are equal, this we know, For the Bible tells us so.
Jew and Greek to God belong; Racial barriers are all wrong.

They came from all over—
     Bahrain, Turkey, Rome:
A little band of women
     with hope all their own
To learn and to study,
     To become stronger in their faith
To encourage one another
     In the footsteps of the saints.

When the star in the sky is gone

When the kings and the princes are home

When the shepherds are back with their flocks

The work of Christmas begins—

Oh what my children of my youth
Will my Jesus do for you?
Will He take you to the mountain tops?
Will He bring you to the sea?

My Lord he'll show you
His Great Love
That He has given me

In the search for a more inclusive understanding of God, the feminine “Sophia” has for many persons become a bridge between traditional Christianity and feminist concerns. So we ask: Who is Sophia, and where did she come from? Is she the long-awaited answer to this search?

Rendered invisible
it has happened just too many times
times two squared
and more.

Even worse is being rendered visible
but not really important.
Your voice is not really that important they say.
It doesn’t have the right credentials,
Many books behind you ... a following... or enough degrees,
or how could you really have something to say
when you spend many of your days doing laundry,
wiping noses, changing diapers,
raising living human beings, instead of just words on a page.
Living words are not regarded with the same care.

The story in Genesis 17 and 18 of the Lord’s telling first Abraham and then Sarah that they would have a son in their old age is one of the places in Scripture where a “sin of omission” is often committed.

At my bedroom door an unarmed guard

stands statue-straight—a nightlight

once Christmas-wrapped in Mother's love.

Won’t you walk in the Garden with me,
And see me as Christ would see?
With me loving you and you loving me,
Won’t you walk in the Garden with me?