Finally reflecting back on the Job disaster, God felt that he understood a few things about himself.

First, he needed a break, some time off to regain his perspective. There were troubled, destructive, sometimes even self-destructive parts of him that he needed to get a grip on.

Second, he needed an ally, someone he could trust to run things on earth while he recovered in heaven for a while.

This ally couldn't be just anyone either. It had to be family. He needed that now.

God couldn't create his own mother, obviously, even if it would have been nice to have a mother to

cuddle and sue them and tell him it was all going to be okay.

Might some of my, hmm, ambivalence about women be related to the fact that I had no mother,

or if I did, that she abandoned me in a formless void God wondered he definitely didn't want a

father he was the father the one and only father he certainly wasn't going to

create a daughter that was a laughable No, he had to have a son. A son who would work for him, who would love and cherish him, and who he would love and cherish right back. It felt wonderful to God just thinking about it.

He considered how he wanted to bring his son. Jesus was the name he picked into existence.

Should he create him fully formed? That hadn't worked very well with Adam and Eve, so God decided against it.

Should he create a baby Jesus and raise him in heaven,

then send him down to earth at the age of, say, 30?

No, he had no idea how to raise that. and send him down to earth at the age of, say, 30?

No, he had no idea how to raise a child,

and to the extent that he'd seen how human children

behaved, how disobedient they often were,

he didn't want to try it either. God decided to impregnate a woman and have her raise the baby Jesus.

But how to actually do it?

Would he have sex with the woman?

John Leymah says now.

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