It seems like the popular imagination persists in thinking of God as, I don’t know what, some sort of noble stoic man in the sky. Some removed sort of cosmic measurer of righteousness. The impassive patriarch who demands specific sorts of actions before he’ll allow people any sort of intimacy, before he’ll allow people to be close to him. But scripture really paints such an entirely different picture. Like God birthing us. That’s sort of intimate from the get go.
Debbie Blue
Sensual Orthodoxy
