Parables of the Bible: Creation
By: Wilona Riva
Disclaimer: God owns everything. I'm just borrowing Him without permission. And He knows that already.
(Day 5)
"Uncle, why are You out here? Father is looking for You," the young man said as He plopped down underneath the baobab tree next to the Great Uncle.
"He knows where to find Me," the Great Uncle said, without opening His eyes. "Why?"
"Because it's time to get on with the creation," the Great King replied, also plopping down on the grass next to the baobab tree. Examining the tree, He frowned slightly at the Son. "An upside tree?"
The Son shrugged. "Just trying to have fun, Father."
The Great Uncle cracked open one eye. "I told You so."
The Great King shook His head. "Too quiet around here."
The Great Uncle's eyes popped open. "Oh no!"
Standing to His feet, the Great King turned and addressed the skies and seas. "Let the water teem with living creatures, and let birds fly above the earth across the expanse of the sky."
Large and small pops were heard in the air above them as birds of every sort came into being. As soon as they knew they had voices, they used them. Soon screeches, hoots, and all kinds of "music" lit up the night. A nightingale warbled from a rosebush nearby.
The seas roiled with teeming life of all kinds. Up from the depths, the Leviathan emerged and eyed his creator with serene dark eyes. He leaped high into the air and back into the ocean's dark depths with a mighty splash.
"Be fruitful and increase in number and fill the water in the seas, and let the birds increase on the earth."
"Humans have it right. It's a zoo in here!" the Great Uncle grumped good-naturedly.
The Son exchanged glances with the Great King. "No, that's on tomorrow's agenda."
(Elsewhere)
"Lucy, you have to do something," Thana's voice whined in Lucifer's ears.
"How many times do I have to tell you, don't call me Lucy! It's Satan now," the arch-demon yelled back. He blinked suddenly. "What happened to you?"
Thana fumed. "Oh, now, you're going to notice. A flock of flying flibbertigibbets excreted all over my beautiful rose petal gown."
Satan rolled his eyes upward. "Women!"
And there was evening, and there was morning, the fifth day.