So much of religion makes no sense, none, yet it persists because of the human need to acquire certainty and in-group solidarity, even at the price of obvious stupidity.
Various wordpression apologetics con artists reference a “god” with the male pronoun: a “He,” and then “His” cascading throughout afterwards. Is this male figure supposed to have a penis, then? Is that what this confabulation is: a “he” figure? What does God’s penis, do then – does it urinate, ejaculate, or just sort of flop around? Why is this all-whatever deity not given the female pronoun, or is that too much vagina for certain sex-panic types? Or how about a generic “it” to get away from the genitalia inquisition?
Not that FSN wants any responses from the goddist claques. What a tortured monstrosity of flapdoodle could accompany the male-God-with-a-penis apologetics.
These are blind and treacherous alleys of “belief” and “faith,” with nothing but neurotic projection and wholseale slaughter of reality-connected conjecture and thought. You, the post-Enlightenment non-thinker, must have some below-the-belt knowledge that this omnipotent unseen being is, in fact, gendered and solely male, but how the hell are you going to prove that to a world full of laughing skeptics?