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 6: Morning)
"Let the land produce living creatures according to their kinds: livestock, creatures that move along the ground, and wild animals, each according to its kind," the Great King's voice could be heard by the fallen ones several hills away.
Belial hissed under his breath. "Aren't They tired yet? Creation has to be over by now. How long is He going to keep this up?"
Thana glared at him. "Dahling," she drawled, " Don't you know anything by now. He's been doing this all for someone."
Belial groaned. "For who? This world is our home. It's bad enough we have to share it with inferior creatures. What are you laughing at?"
Thana couldn't keep it in anymore and pointed at an overhanging branch. Perched high above them, a squirrel had done its best in imitating Belial's wild girations.
Satan, upon hearing their upraised voices, came storming over. "You idiots! I told you to be quiet. If the Three-in-One hears us; it's curtains."
God made the wild animals according to their kinds, the livestock according to their kinds, and all the creatures that move along the ground according to their kinds. And God saw that it was good.
The Great Uncle checked off the animals as they appeared. "Lions. Check."
The Son smiled, showing His pearly whites. "They kind of look like Me, wouldn't You say, Father?"
The Great King nodded His head. "They have Your grace and strength."
Ignoring the comments, the Great Uncle continued his checklist. "Cats. Check. Dogs. Check. Tigers. Check."
"Hey, Uncle..." the Son began, a mischievous glint in His eyes.
"I'm busy right now."
"You forgot the bears. Tag, You're it." With that, the Son grabbed the clipboard from the Great Uncle's hands and took off running.
"Bring that back!" the Great Uncle yelled, tearing off after Him.
"Oh My!" the Great King deadpanned, watching the world's first game of tag ensue.
Who says God can't have fun?