Power of love, shared

Living back with the parentals has been quite an arduous ride, with all the small yet impactful bumps along the way. But from their mouths spew incredible wisdom, which isn't always what I would choose to hear. Most of the time, though, these words resonate truth I sourly take heart in. My parents much prefer to discuss two matters of substance with me: 1. Job 2. How they can get me to fancy a bachelor and get hitched so they can nurture some grandbabies. Eh, to the first topic of interest. Pissy blah to the latter topic of interest. When the phrase "marriage" lifts off the tip of their tongue, instantly they reply, "Beth, we know, we know, you are living for a new heaven and a new earth, and you don't care about marriage right now." Damn straight. Thank God, my parents know me and understand there is much needed to be done in the world. But my dad made a comment a few days ago that struck me. He said, "Beth, God can do whatever he likes. But one thing God can't do is get married."

It didn't really phase me until the next day I was reading an article of how feminists are trying to remove God as a "he" from the traditional liturgy. I was pondering how God is nongender specific and then I thought of the words of my dad. God is all-powerful, limitless, strikingly omnipresent, and yet, he can't get some other nongender specific and get married because quite simply, he cannot share in his power with another. All this to say, why he made gender totally makes sense then. God was authentically curious to see how a power so earnest and strong as love may be shared between two people. God is so overly abundant, but yet he orchestrated it where two people relinquish their own sturdy independence to share in this ulimate power. What continually freaks me out is that I am a product of my parents' love for one another. I am their shared and united power of love--made flesh. Love made flesh. Interesting.