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: Afternoon)

"What is He doing?" Michael whispered to Gabriel

"I don't know. Looks like He's rolling a lump of clay in His hands back and forth," Gabriel whispered back.

Craning his neck, Michael caught these whispered words from his King. "Let Us make man in Our image, in Our likeness, and let them rule over the fish of the sea and the birds of the air, over the livestock, over all the earth, and over all the creatures that move on the ground."

Poking Gabriel with his elbow, he nodded toward the lump of clay, that had by now, become something more than a lump of clay. It had the form of an angel.

Gabriel gasped. "It looks like..."

Michael nodded. "I thought so too."

"So, is the mud-thinggummy going to wake up soon or what?" a serpentine voice hissed from above them.

Both angels tensed as they recognized the speaker. Michael, his fingers beginning to twitch, kept his voice under tight control. "What are you doing here?"

Satan flicked his forked tongue and tested the air. "Practicing my shapeshifting," he fibbed. "You ever get the scorch marks off those gold bricks?"

Gabriel raised an eyebrow, puzzlement etching his face as Michael, nonchalantly replied, "No. The Great King, praised be, at least, took the gooky marshmallowy gunk off my sword."

Laughing to himself, the serpent suddenly rose to his full height. "Will you look at that!"

All three turned as one, and saw the Great Uncle pour something of Himself into the completed clay figure. Moments later, the clay figure opened his eyes and saw tears running down his Creator's face. "Daddy?" he said, his first words barely above a whisper. "Why are you crying?"

The Great King held out a hand to His son. "Because you are here, My son."

The Son and Great Uncle came forward and embraced the mud creature.

"Welcome."

"L'chaim."

So God created man in His own image, in the image of God He created him; male and female He created them.

Moses paused in his writing. "That's it?" he asked his Creator.

"Pretty much," the Great Uncle replied, completely invisible to Moses. "We created the world in six days. Adam, as the mud-creature, came to be called, soon realized that he alone was of his kind after naming the animals. We put him to sleep and formed a female as a helpmate for him; he named her Eve. Closing up the wound with flesh, We knew the woman would be trouble."

Moses chuckled. "Naturally."

The Great Uncle nodded sagely. "Pen these words..."

By the seventh day God had finished the work He had been doing; so on the seventh day He rested from all His work. And God blessed the seventh day and made it holy, because on it He rested from all the work of creating that He had done.

Moses muttered something about writing a more stoic account than the story he had been told.

Author's Note(s): God is described in family terms in the Bible. Only the Holy Spirit doesn't seem to have one. So while reading a parable on the creation story, the author called Him "the Great Uncle". To me, that family title seemed true. So that is what I chose to call Him in my little parable.

This story was designed to purely entertain. Too many stories exist out there where God is all gloom and doom. I wanted to portray Him as a God who has fun when He's working. Maybe a bit too much fun.