Last updated on March 15, 2016
I am a witch. That is to say, I am Wiccan. I worship and love the Goddess in all her forms. The Light, the Dark, the Young, the Old, the Mother, the Earth, the Sun, the Moon, the Stars, the Rivers and Lakes and Oceans, the Indefinable, all forms of the Goddess are holy and sacred to me. I am grateful that I have found her in this lifetime, in this incarnation. My Community embraces her fully and fiercely. And that is as it should be. But what of the God?
I was raised in a liberal Christian church, where I was taught that God was Love. I have never stopped believing that. Even when I was sent to an extremist, militant, fundamentalist college in my early twenties, it was the God of my childhood faith that sat beside me, walked beside me, stood beside me. It was He that helped me to survive that place. I bare no ill will towards Him.
Despite the pain and oppression that some people with power in that culture exercise over their followers, the people themselves are human, like I am, with hearts like mine and like me, they desire to live in communion with deity. That they live in such fear is incredibly sad but that does not make them worthy of my hatred. Nor does it make the God they follow complicit for the sins committed in His name, anymore than the Goddess is complicit for the hateful pain inflicted upon others in Her name. I say that so that there will be no question that what I am about to say about the God includes Him as well as the Gods I now worship, serve and love.