Instead of a bombshell's being dropped on my mood, a more apt comparison would be a plane being buffeted by flak- no single explosion is the cause of the plane's downfall, just as no drop of rain blames itself for the flood.

It all started in church on Sunday, when the Pastor made a comparison of which he's rather fond, which was first used in Revelation as a comparison for the love between Christ and his church.  It was the "bride of Christ" analogy, and as he garroted that point I grew progressively more pissed off about it.  His point was that the bride cannot stray from her man and not be a whore-- in this case straying implies an obsession with another 'god', as the tortured metaphors describe Earthly wealth and power as gods.  His other point was that Yahweh's jealousy is a force of good, in that it is justified because he just "loves us that much" and "knows what's best for us".  Frankly, if someone on Earth described their jealousy as being rooted in excessive love and knowing what's best, most courts would give the woman a restraining order.  Is masculine jealousy justified?  If the feminine signed up for it in the first place, I believe it is.  However, I am no bitch.  I am not the wife of someone with ten billion other wives, none of whom chose to be so (since it's implied in Pastor Uth's sermons that EVERYONE is in this relationship with God and those who don't accept it are merely straying).  It's belittling to my concept of feminism that a woman who has run away from what is essentially an arranged marriage is simply being silly and whorish.  As if women cannot make their own choices.  But this metaphor still makes one very hazardous assumption-- namely, that I would ever assume the woman's role.  Christianity is a religion for the meek, for those who want to be the woman in their relationship with the higher power.  If the body of the church wants to be a harem to a man with billions, that's fine for them-- count me out.