Well, he did. She was the smart one.
If you look carefully, the bible will fill you in. You can start with the eighth chapter of Proverbs.
Her name is Wisdom, and her message is a whole lot different from his. Like The Lord, she existed from the beginning of time. She was his playmate, and when he was inspired to create heaven and earth, she was glad to help him do it — but their collaboration ended there. She watched him get hooked on Blind Obedience, and it wasn’t a pretty sight.
She prefers to encourage the pursuit of knowledge and understanding. In return, she offers long life, honor and the richest of rewards to those who learn to think for themselves.
Trust yourself, she says. I’ll help you to find your own way . . . because I love you.
The world she offers is a world of peace, justice and abundant self-fulfillment. And it was she who put the tree of life in The Garden. For that matter, who do you suppose planted the tree of the knowledge of good and evil? You think The Lord was just careless, and let a seed drop by mistake?
These two deities, like so many other siblings, drifted apart. It was bound to happen. The Lord, by his own admission, is a jealous god, and he doesn’t want to share.
She had plenty of admirers of her own. At the time that the Babylonians conquered Jerusalem, a lot of Jews who had converted with considerable enthusiasm to the worship of the Goddess of Heaven had fled to Egypt where they formed a community avid in its search for Wisdom. And there were many people in Judah and Jerusalem who continued to cherish a soft spot in their hearts for the Queen of Heaven. They remembered the happiness and comfort they had enjoyed while they followed a path of self-fulfillment under her nurturing eye. It was hard to ignore the impression that their quality of life had slid rapidly downhill after they’d been forced to stop honoring her. The women, particularly, felt delegated to the sidelines and they pined for the old days when they had been encouraged to have a thought. There was little left to bind them here, and they embraced the opportunity to emigrate to Egypt where they might be free to worship as they chose. The men, for their part, saw an immediate advantage in saving their asses from the wrath of their Babylonian conquerors and complacently agreed to tag along.
God, of course, vowed he’d kill them all for defecting — every last one of them — but by that time nobody much was listening.
He never destroyed her . . . he never defeated her . . . she’s still here. They’re both still here.