Here are some thoughts after class:

We have creation. A time where God thought, felt, and wanted to have a relationship with this new thing God just made, which are now called humans. I don't know how to explain it, which is the amazing part, but God already has a perfect relationship within the Trinity, God wasn't lonely, yet God still created us. Maybe Jesus cooked up something for dinner one night and the Holy Spirit didn't like it, so God gave a new creation a shot (insert laugh). Whatever the reason, we are here to have relationships with ourselves, others, creation, and our creator.

Somewhere along the lines people decided to put others into boxes. Probably cause we as humans generally like organization (I saw generally because some don't, look at my roommate) so organizing ourselves seems like a good idea. Fast forward a bunch of thousand years and now humans are placed in a ba-gillion boxes, yes I just counted to a ba-gillion. I do it everyday. Job selection, house chores with my roommates, normal class participation, etc. all involve boxing people in most of the time. He isn't a leader, he doesn't know how to clean, she is the quiet one. Men lead, Women follow. Who says these? Our boxes.

Isn't it amazing the vocabulary of Genesis when it comes to human creation. Ezer. This word that is used to describe God and a woman. It's an adjective and a verb. I remember as a child I loved to see my father come home. I would run over to him as he stepped in the front door and lung for his feet. He wore these big, brown, size 13 work boots that smelled like tires. On those boots I would sit and cling on my one of my father's legs. I knew that if I sat on his boot and clung on his leg, I couldn't lose him. I needed to be with him, he was my father and I was a 5 year old boy, dreaming to be him. In that time my dad was my Ezer. He was this helper in my life that no one else could fulfill (partly cause my mother wears size 6 woman's shoe and that's just way to small). That's how I picture God as humanity's Ezer. That's how I picture woman as man's Ezer.

A lot of my life I had this picture in my head of a man crossing a raging river with a woman in his arms, safely bringing her to land. I imagined this as a symbol for my marriage, me fulfilling my wife, saving her. As I grew up, I imagined that picture and eventually felt lonely, tired, and worn out. I also started to image that girl that was being held couldn't have been enjoying her life, being carried around her whole life. Wouldn't she want to stand on her own two feet?

I like to now imagine this picture: It's a kids drawing, I never like to take myself to serious, done with crayons. A woman and a man stick figures are drawn with a black crayon with their faces colored with read. They are both lunging towards each other with their arms clinging around each other. They are both happy in every way. There is even some grey crayon sparkling around them, you know, like little kids to do make things more special. They are standing on a little patch of green grass, fully in love. The two of them are looking up, because above them is this greyish/blueish glob with some extending glob-ness that encircles the black crayoned couple. As the glob is looking down on the two of them, you can sense this awkwardly ticklish love that doesn't make sense. Crayon's can't explain how it feels, but it doesn't feel judged, unequaled, boxed in, organized, defined, or comfortable. It's an excitement of the stomach, a fluttering of the heart.

Sorry if you read all of this. I stopped thinking.