In the Beginning
Hello, and welcome to another Journey of Blessing Sunday. Also participating with me in this endeavor are
Lynda Lambert
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Today, this 4th and last Sunday of Advent, I’m thankful for the blessing of love. The below story is inspired by a birthday card my husband sent me once, asking me what the creation was like lol. It’s a reimagining of the fall of the angels that eventually put into motion the downfall of humans as well.
1 In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.
2 He was with God in the beginning.
3 Through him all things were made; without him nothing was made that has been made.
4 In him was life, and that life was the light of all mankind.
5 The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.
Lights. They were everywhere. Nothing impeded their brightness. They danced from one end of the heavens to the other. Planets, stars, suns, moons–all gave off or reflected light. Some faded out, others glided in, but always and everywhere there were lights, and there was light, and nothing was known of darkness in the great vaults of heaven. Even a great master angel bore the name of bearer of light, for he was the brightest of them all.
“Why can’t I be equal to God? Why can’t I be as bright?” The thought was fleeting, but in that time it took the thought to form, so did a little darkness. The thought passed quickly. Yet still it began to haunt this angelic light-bearer. And the more it did, the more darkness began to obscure the once ever-shining light.
And so it was, at a fateful time to long ago to count, that the Great God, 3 in 1, Father, Son, & Holy Spirit, discerned the cause of this darkness and decided to call a meeting with this angel.
A sound was heard throughout heaven. It was the voice of God, summoning the Light-Bearer into the great meeting hall. The sound was low and soft, akin to what those on earth many eons later would liken to a distant thunderstorm, nonthreatening, yet somehow ominous, soft, yet filling the entire heavens, gentle, but with the unmistakeable potential for threat lurking within. The light-bearer heard it, and for the first time felt a strange and unfamiliar enmity toward the Great Triune God. The darkness intensified. And the light bearer felt a perverse pleasure that he could dim the light instead of having to share it with all the other lesser lights.
The light bearer sat at his usual place in the great meeting hall, just to the left of the great Father, who sat at the head of the table. It was a table made of strong, solid wood, what those on earth would later come to know as cedar. It was polished absolutely smooth, like the glass sea before the Great Father’s throne. All drank deep of the sweet heavenly nectar from golden chalices set before them. Nonetheless, despite the unspeakable pleasure the drink provided, the Great Father’s face was clouded, and tears glistened in his loving eyes.
“You are unhappy, bearer of light. Tell me.”
“You’re God. You’re the Great Father. You already know!” The angel was shocked at the uncharacteristic sharpness of his tone.
“Tell me nonetheless, my dear friend.”
“I should be your equal.”
“But you’re not, and you can’t be. I did, after all, create you. There are powers as a created being that you simply cannot possess.”
“You could make it happen.”
“And it would be to everyone’s detriment, including your own, if I did. No, dear Light Bearer, please be content with your status. Your light is above that of all other created beings residing in the heavens, and you are dearly loved. Isn’t that enough?”
“No, it is not!”
The tears that had glistened in the Great Father’s eyes trickled silently down his craggy face.
“Then, although it breaks my heart to do it, dear Lucifer, , I must ask you to leave. You are causing discension. You’ve promised a kingdom where all will be equal. I’m certain you know that’s not true, but those following you don’t. Such divisiveness cannot exist here. You and all who would follow you must leave immediately.”
“With pleasure! You’re just way too full of yourself anyway!” And with that, the angel light bearer left the heavenly realms enshrouded in thick, coal-black, acrid smoke, taking a third of the heavenly hosts with him.
The angel choirs tried only partially successfully to carry on without their departed friends. A great void of unspeakable sadness almost completely engulfed the heavenly realms. Michael was appointed the new head angel in an attempt to restore some semblance of normal, but everyone in heaven had lost close friends to the rift, and none felt the loss more keenly than the Great Father.
And so, in deep thought, the Great Father spent many hours, studying the lights, both in the sky above as well as their reflection in the glassy sea below. And, as was often the case, Jesus the Son stood beside him, if only to offer a loving presence as comfort.
“You know, Son,” the Father finally said, “We created angels to do our bidding, but they serve us, not love us. We’ve created suns and stars and moons and planets, but none of these things are in our image. Nor can they be our friends. I want to create a being that has the choice of whether or not to love and serve us. I want to create a being that has our breath in their nostrils and our life in their spirit, who will fellowship with us and help us create something built on the love we share. I do not want to create an automaton. These creations must always know they have a choice, and they must always be aware there is an alternative, or there really is no choice at all. That little blue ball called earth looks like just the place to do it. What do you think?
“Of course you know they’ll choose wrongly.”
“I know. And I’m trying to figure out how to rescue them from their error when they do. We cannot have sin and rebellion in these holy walls. We threw angels out for just that reason, but I don’t want the same thing happening to these creatures, if only because they’ll each have a spark of the divine within them.”
“The wages of sin is death. If someone without sin chose to die in their place, would you consider it adequate payment?”
The father looked into his son’s eyes and noted with pleasure the steely determination shining there.
“It would not be easy, my Son. I couldn’t ask you to do such a thing.”
“As I recall, you didn’t.”
“You helped create the universe. You’d have to abandon your power, go there as a baby, dependent on your parents to feed and protect and nurture you. You’ll be liked by most only for what you can do for them, and when you can’t do anything, they’ll throw you out like garbage. You’ll be sick sometimes, you’ll hurt sometimes, you’ll have to feel everything they feel, get tempted in the ways they’re tempted, and still not sin. Then after all that, you’ll have to be put to death–and that death won’t be easy, as you’ll be a substitute for their sin, and you’ll be cursed.”
“He who hangs on a tree is cursed, right?”
The great Father nodded gravely.
“And then I’ll foresake you, so I won’t have to do it to them. Do you really think you can do all that?”
“That last will be the hardest,” Jesus admitted, a lump in his neck rising to prominence for some time before returning to normal. “But yes, I’ll do it.”
“You can back out at any time.”
“And then what will happen to them?”
The father looked off in the direction where Lucifer and his followers had exited.
“Exactly. Put it in place and I’ll do whatever and whenever you ask.”
Then let’s get on with the creation of humankind!” the Great Father said, beaming.