Quiet Questions

It was a peaceful night last night. The snow was falling and the town lay sleeping. The young girl downstairs, with her several children and unending stream of significant others, had evidently forgot to replace the batteries in her scream box. I don't mean to be hard on her as I have a great deal of empathy for her, trapped in a horrific situation. Like a tea kettle, when the pressure becomes too much for her, she has to find an outlet.
When I woke up, a strange thought came to me. Why isn't there a Mrs. God? With the exceptions of Judaism and Christianity, all religions have had a Mrs. God. If God made man in his image, there is one appendage in God that would seem to have no function.
Almost all religions today derive their support from women. Women are the border collies of the church, herding the flock to the pen once each week. The have only one representative that I can see. MARY! The Catholic church made many concessions and modifications to Judaism to accomodate the myriad pagans they gathered into one flock. Christmas, Easter, Hallow'een, and the endless stream of saints dedicated to travelers, thieves, cobblers, sailors and brewers that replaced the ancient pantheons are some examples. MARY replaced Hera and the Mother goddess and Friga and Ishtar and Ianna and Isis and Artemis and Ceres. The Catholic church realized that their mainstay needed someone to identify with instead of the all wise, all powerful, male diety that the church espoused. Women have a problem with the concept of all wise, all powerful, male supremacy. They know the truth. Picture the look on Alice Kramden's face and you will see what I am talking about. There is a multitude of churches and schools and organizations all of which start with the word MARY. The only concession that men have made to this idea is to change the letters around and make the word ARMY.
There is no Mrs. God. There was no Mrs. Jesus. There is no Mrs. Pope. There was no Mrs. Augustine. There was no Mrs. Francis. There was no Mrs. Benedict. Even Buddha had a wife at one time. The Langobards understood the necessity of a modifying diety that they could appeal to. When we end our lives and get called before the principal, we need a guidance counselor to stand up for us. If we resolve to worship a Mrs. God, perhaps we could call her MYRA.
These are the thoughts that rattle around in my mind, like a marble in a box car, before I have had the morning coffee. Just be thankful that you only had to read them instead of listening to them.