Because I'm taking a break from the re-write of a paper I (and nine out of ten other people) thought was fairly good the first time I thought I would post a slightly funny, very church-nerdy story. That some people will get a kick out of, and others maybe will continue shaking their heads at me.

So I'm a gender studies major. And a Christian. So I occasionally get asked how I reconcile my feminist beliefs with my religion. To which my response is something along the lines of, well, I'm an Episcopalian, I don't have to. My church agrees with me. The head of our national church is a woman. But apparently one guy wanted to push this further.
So you believe in God?
Yes.
And Jesus?
Yes.
So doesn't that mean you have more than one god?
Umm, no. I happen to believe in this fabulous thing called the Trinity.
The what?
The Trinity. That God the father, God the son, and God the Holy Spirit are all the same, that is to say, God, but are all different at the same time.
That's just an excuse. There aren't things like that in science.
What about H2O?
What?
Water. Ice is water, and steam is water, and water is water. They're all the same, that is to say, H2O, but they're also very different.
Huh. I never thought about it that way. Tell me more about this church of yours.

In thinking about this later, I have decided that Jesus is the ice, God is the water, and the Holy Spirit would be the steam. Because Jesus was solid, was born, lived, died, all that. Real body. God is powerful and underestimated, like the the tiny streams carving out massive canyons, but also a life force, like the water that helps plants to grow. Holy Spirit is powerful but invisible, and rarely mentioned outside of her context, like how you don't see steam, but it can power a train, and people don't really sit around talking about steam, unless they are engineers with a steam engine or what not.

That is obviously not completely thought through. This is, after all, a procrastination effort.

Oh, and the one out of ten people who didn't think my paper was fairly good the first time is my professor. Which is unfortunate, since she's the one giving out the grades.