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I know I'm a little late to bring up your requested, gender of God controversy from last week. But, I had to ask my cousin's friend on social media for the real answer. It took a while to translate the reply from it's original gibberish to something I could almost understand.
Then, seeing nothing of use. Yes, even the Fall celebration apple-ish dewormer pie recipe failed to shed light on the question at hand.
I set out to do Internet researching of my own. (punctuated with some awwwsome kitteh pictures and hilarious memes.)
If you ask the famously non-hierarchical pantheists, they will undoubtedly answer, "Genders? Sure, we've got them all."
Dipping into the hierarchical and the more focused monotheistic beliefs. (treading lightly to avoid any accusations of heresy and blasphemy)
You find either a bimodal assertion that the gender of their Lord is of one type or a complete avoidance of the issue all together.
So, I must rely on my own (admittedly naïve and undoctrined) thoughts on the matter.
First of all, I have accepted the nature of the Higher Powers is inscrutable to me. All I ever may see is the evidence of machinations of what is done out of the far corner of my eye. When I least expect to see it.
Based on this, I will tentatively posit that God is of no gender while simultaneously being all genders. A mealy mouthed watery answer, I know. But, that is the curtain the Higher Powers consistently choose to work behind.
To illustrate this odd dichotomy, I'll reference one of my personal experiences. Early in my interdimensional travel experiments, I decided I wanted to become a member of a so-called gentleman's club. My desires driven by a need to see what it was like to sit in leather chairs, sipping brandy in a silk jacket, smoking a fine burley rub pipe, and reading pithy newspapers. Also, for prime rib night.
Well, due to one faulty resister and uncalibrated capacitors, I became a member of a wolf pack for a few years. Yes, you would think what you'd see as behavior would be on the order of alpha dogs in everything. But, no, outside of the social pack hunting, most of what I saw was eerily domesticated feline in nature. The opposite of the solitary behaviors of the wild big cats and totally outside of what domesticated canids are up to. Not what I was expecting.
NOTE: I still had prime rib night. So, I counted this experiment as a success.
Well, there it is, controversy.
Anyway, thanks for everything, Cap.