Piece Prize

October 21st, 2009 § 1

reformation21.org You know, too, the grievousness of affliction. After all, who enjoys suffering? Yet you also know that all affliction is sent by a wise, fatherly God.

Not me. Wise and fatherly? There are damn few women, believers or not, who would rest comfortably in that out-dated image. Okay, some people had good fathering, some people married good men. I don’t have that example, although there are men of good character I do deeply love. But I find the male sex in general to be quite the obverse of the old saw, having raised son and a daughter too. Little girls are pistols, baby boys and little boys lag a good deal behind, are more fragile—and this, make no mistake, is part of why we love them. Women take to the vulnearable, recognizing their own beauty of soul in the male child. It’s the world run by men that savages all that is fragile, and out of a belief in necessity I cannot recognize. No, it’s a phenomenon I regard from afar, it’s the gulf that separates alpha-male and female, and whatever its historical origins in the species, men have had a good long run at running things by now, and few would argue have made a spectacular mess of things.

Which leads me to Obama, and the miracle of his election. That such a female-balanced man should become the most powerful man in the world. Someone who believes in talking to the enemy! And his brown skin. Maybe the Nobel prize was awarded for the miracle that he made it to what is inarguably the top.

Maybe that.