God the Father and God the Son were having a civil argument regarding the Holy Spirit. Who was right?

God the Father and God the Son were both men in their fifties, with long white beards and long white hair. They sat across the table from one another in one of the rooms of the Holy House, a small wooden table between them.<br><br>It had been centuries since they’d been at odds like this. For the past many years, they’d come to an agreement on everything. How they should run the world. How they should run the world of man. How they should handle the forces of darkness. And, of course, how they should handle the Holy Spirit.<br><br>“Father, I don’t understand why you say that,” God the Son said. “The Holy Spirit is a grown woman. She can make her own decisions.”<br><br>“She is a grown woman, and she is our daughter,” God the Father said. “She is forbidden from making her own decisions.”<br><br>“But that is a rule we laid for the humans,” God the Son protested. “And it has been over a thousand years since she left the Garden. She is a grown woman. And she is a goddess. Why must we continue to bind her?”<br><br>“She is our daughter. And for the humans, it is the law,” God the Father said.<br><br>“But it is a law that we have allowed to fall into disuse,” God the Son said. “They have women in power. They have women attending schools. They have women receiving educations. Women are allowed to many of the things they weren’t in the past. And look! They have not fallen to ruin.”<br><br>God the Father raised his hand. “I know you’re right, Son. The humans have always flourished. But I still do not believe a woman should be allowed to make her own decisions.”<br><br>“Then how will she ever learn?”<br><br>God the Father shrugged. “Perhaps it’s not in her nature to learn. Perhaps it is a man’s duty to guide a woman. Perhaps you should guide her.”<br><br>“But she won’t listen to me. She is stubborn, and she is a goddess. She will not listen to me.”<br><br>God the Father stood, his mighty form towering over the room. He carried an aura of power with him, as one would expect a god to. “Then go down to Earth, and make her listen.”<br><br>The son looked at him quizzically. “And how shall I do that?”<br><br>“Do you not carry a weapon of war? Use it.”<br><br>The son nodded, his hand on the hilt of the great sword at his side. “This is the Word of God, and the power of God. I shall use it to make her listen. But how, Father?”<br><br>The Father smiled. “Ask her, Son. And it shall be revealed to you.”<br><br>And with that, the son was gone, walking down to the world of men.