Two years ago, God spoke to me to correct a third misconception I had about this suitor of mine. I don't remember where I was. I don't remember what I was doing. I don't remember what I was thinking. I often remember context, but it seems that this was like the pearl of great price. What I heard God say was so startling in its truth, that my questions stilled as I tried to grasp the greatness of this revelation.
God said to me, "You think I'm a God of rape. You think I will demand by force what you would give me freely if you loved me." "'You think I'm a God of rape,'" my thoughts echoed. "Oh, wow. 'You think I will demand by force what you would give me freely if you loved me.' Wow. That is what I think! That is what rape is, taking by force what love would give freely. That is what I think God is, a God of rape!"
Still my heart argued. "But, God, would I do what is right if I weren't pushed and prodded and bribed and punished? I only thought you were trying to push me to do what was right for my own good. It felt mean, and I felt resentful, but I thought it was just what you had to do because of my nature. Are you saying that if I were truly free I would choose to do what was right? Are you saying that I could love you so much that righteousness would flow from my very nature? But aren't I bad and sinful? Can anything good truly come from me?"