Greetings,s
Gail Ramshaw-Schmidt is
a contemporary commentator who is always thought provoking. I would suggest that you not dismiss this at
first reading as “feminist” writing, but read carefully for its insight. It is from her book Letters for God’s Name.
What if our God were Queen of Heaven?
If our God were Queen of heaven, we could burn incense to
her and bake cakes for her, and our adoration would be acceptable.
If our God were Queen of heaven, her crown would rest on
hair long and curly and rainbowed, and we could grab on to that hair as we
nursed and so be saved from falling. Her
shining face, smooth and clear as light, would enliven the universe. And when we were poor, the Queen would take
from her necklace flowing with pearls and opals and every colored gem perhaps
an amber to fill our needs. The
resplendent gold of her majestic robe would be what we call the sun, and the
sheen of her nightdress the moon. Her
rule would reach to the deepest corners of the darkness; her beauty would rout
the devils and her wisdom rear the world.
Her royal blood would give us divinity.
Our being born again in God would be a nativity from the divine womb,
God’s labor an agony of necessity; for we know it is the essence of the reign
or our Queen to love with mercy. Our
death would be, as with all babies, a going home to mother. Our life would be, as with heirs apparent,
following in the train of the Queen.
The beauty of the Sovereign has terrified the world. She has borne us in pain and nursed us with
care; and we, like Jewish children, carry her blood and are royal from rebirth
in her. For our God is Queen of all the
earth, and adoration of her splendor is our life.
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Some time
ago I wrote a liturgy using seventeen scriptural names of God, including
“Father,” “Mother,” “Eternal Father,” and “Expectant Mother.”
Yours & His,
DED
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