What sort of God do the radical feminists offer me to replace the Father who has guided me my whole life long? An amorphous something called a Primal Matrix, a Mother Goddess of earth, a Sophia myth, a He/She, a God/ess, an immanent spirit in nature and all persons. They tell me I too am divine with the spirit uniting all things, when I know that is nonsense. . . . They declare that the cross of Christ was a bloody mistake, an example of the Father's child abuse, when I know that sacrifice was the supreme gift of the Father's love for me. They write that there is no eternal life but only absorption back into the goddess, but I know that any deity who cannot defeat death is no god at all.