Genesis Child
It was my regular bedtime, 10:00 sharp. My day had been the usual – troubling thoughts of my (then) husband’s unsaved condition coupled with the urgent reflections of Revelations being displayed blatantly all around me. All this was accompanied with my earnest prayers for him which began first thing each morning and ended, as now, before drifting off to sleep.
“I just can’t understand why a God who would create all of this would need us, especially to worship Him. Why would He need it?”
This question was pressing hard into my heart and subconscious as I drifted into sleep and longed for the days of easier questions. Questions concerning dolls and fairies and peanut-butter sandwiches.
Into Dreamland I feel and landed quite daintily upon a stump in a magical forest. I was a child again but this time, apparently, a royal and beautiful child. My dress was of shimmering silver and white, and my hair long and golden. My shoes were transparent and revealed toenails royally painted with crunchy-style peanut-butter. My court was apparently in session as I was surrounded by Betsy-Wetsy’s and Barbie dolls, all looking up at me with the respect which a King’s child well deserves. To their rear were heads of teddy-bears and a variety of other stuffed beasts, sitting quietly. Angels and fairies all fluttered their wings above and made a sort of music which I recognized as a fanfare: The King was coming!
“My Daughter, you are a welcome sight unto my eyes. I have been watching you dance with the squirrels in the morning son. How blessed this was to me.”
I bowed as regally as my short legs would permit. Then before thinking it over I dared look up at Him with wide brown eyes and asked, “Sir did you need me to play with the squirrels?”
A look crossed His face which was full of mirth, yet so full of austere seriousness that I knew the very sun was at the point of dissolving. The angel’s and fairies hushed their music. My heart skipped a beat and I knew His answer was going to be the very words of the Beginning.
“Daughter, I took the time to create the world and all that was in it for a purpose. I am God, the Almighty. But I am also your Father. I was lonely. Lonely for you, my daughter. I pushed myself to the point to where even I needed a day of rest. This I did so that I could create a lovely world for you to frolic and to love in. All things were working together in harmony. The fishes were smiling and waiting for your arrival. The trees were almost becoming impatient longing for you to come and sit beneath them. The bumble-bees were so busy making honey and their hearts were filled with anticipation of your first taste. My clouds were practicing formations to thrill your spirit. All was made ready but all was not complete.
“A child had to be created that was capable of choosing to give me Love. Of choosing to talk to me and walk with me and ask my opinion and my advice. Realizing that I know the answers. This child would have the choice to sing to me and dance for me, yet I would not force this child to do these things. I wanted Joy to be in our relationship, never force.
“The great day of your creation came and I was so pleased with you when you looked up and smiled at me for the very first time! We were happy and close. I showed you the waterfalls and the rabbits and our hearts thrilled together. But after a time you left me seeking more pleasure than that which I’d worked so hard to give you. I was not enough for you. And I, your Father, was very sad and missed you. I was always there waiting for you and longing for you.
“Finally, when I could no longer restrain myself I decided to become just as you. To be born and helpless, to depend entirely upon another daughter to feed me and protect me. Even though I knew I had all power to call the very planets from their orbits, I would not. I wanted you to see how much I missed you and longed for you. I obeyed my parents, though it was I who created them. I worked at my chores and I sweated as you had come to do though the winds were longing for my summons to them to come and cool my body. I wanted so much to let you know I would go to any length to be near you.
“Still, though you did not come to me, I loved you and longed for our fellowship once again. So I, the Everlasting, walked up a hill carrying a cross and breathed my last breath while still remembering and yearning for our closeness. I made a payment for your breach of our friendship so that you would never have to. It was the apology I had required for your turning from me. I was happy to make it for you. You, child, could not.
“It has taken you some time, sweet one, to come and ask me for adoption and there has never been a sweeter moment in my being than that day. It was worth all the tears I shed while I watched you both from my Throne and from my Cross. And I know now that you will never leave me again.”
He smiled and the butterflies made a design against the clover of a thousand hearts in the shape of a cross. I laid down in the center, all snug and warm and secure, drifting away to the lovliest melody the birds could sing.
My awakening in the morning was somewhat less musical. It was to the tune of my jangling alarm clock and my snoring (then) husband. Once again, the cycle of my day started with my morning prayer for him: “Oh Father, tell him that story. Please!”