The writer of Genesis makes it clear that in all of creation there is something different about humans. . . in some distinct, intentional way, something of God has been placed in them. . . a divine spark resides in every single human being.
Everybody, everywhere. Bearers of the divine image.
Picture a group of high school boys standing by their lockers when a girl walks by. One of the boys asks, “How do you rate that?” Then they take turns assigning numerical values to the various parts of her anatomy.
This scenario happens all the time, all over the world, every day. It’s a pastime for some. There are television shows and websites and endless discussions all devoted to deciding who’s hot and who’s not. It’s an industry, a form of entertainment, a culture.
And it’s everywhere.
The problem is that “that” is actually a “she.” A person. A woman. With a name, a history, with feelings.