"Beautiful, isn't it?"
The iridescent blue orb called Earth hung like a jeweled pendant in the dark velvet of space. If One looked through the atmosphere that encased the globe, He could see that it was already teeming with life: fish in the seas, birds in the air, all kinds of creeping and walking creatures on the dry land."Yes, it is. It's all quite good, but—" He paused.
"I know. It isn't finished yet, is it?"
"True. It isn't finished yet."
They waited.
"Let us make mankind," One said. "Make him in our image! We will provide for him, nurture him, and most of all, love him!"
"Yes, oh yes! But wait! You said 'in our image'?"
"Yes, according to our own likeness."
"We would give him a will? He could choose?"
"Yes."
"But—but he may not love us back!"
"Yes, he may not."
They waited again.
"We should make man," One finally said, "and we should make him with a heart like ours—a heart to will, to create, to love and be loved."
"We know what will happen . . . " The sad statement hung in the air, unended.
"Yes, we know. But some will turn their hearts toward us. And they are worth it."
"Oh yes! I would rather die than live without them."
And so the work of creation, including the making of mankind, was finished.
You would think that we would love God fiercely in return, wouldn't you? Sometimes we do.
Often we do not.
MaryMartha
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