There is a very old lie.  It goes all the way back to the beginning.  It is a lie that says God can’t be trusted.  God is holding out on me.  God wants to control me and keep me from being happy.  My life will be better and brighter if

I’ve long suspected that the first two chapters of Genesis, written some thirty-five hundred years ago, had the right take on male-female relations. In our modern Western world, the battle of the sexes is all too often just that, a battle, an antagonistic competition.  Too often in human history women