All was alive and well. And good. Planets twirled and stars twinkled. Butterflies flitted and fireflies glowed. A whale splashed his tail, and a shower of sparkling droplets dove into the sea. The lion shook his shaggy mane and released a hefty roar.
But the best was yet to come.
“And God said, ‘Let
us make man in our image, in our likeness…”
A
little dirt would do just fine. The
Potter picked up the clay and began to mold His magnum opus. Two arms and
two legs. Two hands finished with
graceful fingers. Two feet ending in ten
wiggly toes. Eyes which would gaze at
painted sunsets and glisten with salty tears.
A nose to notice the flower’s fragrance and know when food was on
fire! Ears for the waterfall’s loud rush
and his wife’s soft whispers. A mouth to
taste and talk. A heart to pulse with
life and love.
The
man would not exist by instinct or impulse but would have the capacity to
choose, to care, to challenge. He would
crave to connect and long to be loved.
Made with the ability to make up his mind or make someone’s day, man’s
time would best be spent in relationship with God and others. And unlike the animals whose lives were over
when life was over, the soul of the man would never cease.
The
form now finished, it was time for grand finale. “And
God breathed into his nostrils the breath of life, and the man became a living
soul.” The special creature stirred
and drew in God’s breath as his very own.
Energy from the Almighty flowed into his body and jump-started his
heart.
He
was awake. He was aware. He was alive.
It’s
amazing what can be done with a little dirt.
No
wonder God put man in a garden.
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