I thought I would just drop you a line. I suppose I could have bought You a card – one of those congratulations cards spilling out predictions of happiness and joy that the little fella will bring to the family but let’s not fool ourselves. How many generations from Adam have we reached? The seventh? No, that was Enoch. This one is the eighth generation. Eight generations of losers.
I can see it all written down. Adam begot Seth and…what exactly happened to Cain and Abel? Tragic. Who would have thought it? So, yeah, Seth begot Enosh and Enosh begot Kenan and Kenan begot yadah yadah yadah. They don’t really do much except live, procreate and die. That’s not much of a testimony.
It’s not going to be a best seller, this book of Yours. For creatures that You formed from the dust of the earth and breathed upon they are rather a disappointment. I admit that I contributed a little to their downfall but they have excelled themselves. Even I had no idea that their fall would be so swift or so spectacular.
Do You know, I just can’t see it anymore? I look so carefully, but I just don’t see the Image of You in them any longer. They just look like each other now, all of then born with a flawed human image, all of them falling over one another to be more corrupt than the last guy! From my perspective, it’s rather delightful. Just a whisper here and there and another level of debauchery achieved.
I have wondered how long it will take for You to regret making people. I am astonished that you haven’t wiped them off the face of the earth. It has to get to You when every inclination of the thoughts of the human heart is only evil all the time. They were the pinnacle of creation and they are floundering in stinking wickedness. If you are waiting for a flicker of light to appear in their dark human hearts…well, it’s just not going to happen.
So I took a long look at this new little life form. He’s got a curious name. It couldn’t have been Enoch that came up with it. You must have told him what to call the boy. Methuselah.
Methuselah. It’s a rhetorical question, I know, because I know that You know the answer, but You do know what the name means? Not just the literal meaning – “When he dies, it will come”. That is so profound. But the other meaning…the prophetic one. What’s coming, huh? What’s coming when Methuselah dies? There’s a question. And I have a theory.
I think You have had enough of people and You are ready to throw in the towel. An earthquake perhaps. A really big one that destroys them all. Or a flood. A flood is on its way after Methuselah dies. Am I close?
A message wrapped up in a name. A bit too subtle perhaps.
Sorry, what was that? Enoch knows.
Enoch? Enoch who has lived for sixty five years already and is following the same pattern – he lived, he procreated and after some nine hundred years, he will die. Enoch will not be any different from any of the others. He has done nothing remarkable.
You can’t be serious? He’s walking with You?
You? The Creator of the Universe. The Most High. The Everlasting God. The Light of the Nations. The Crown and Diadem. The Ancient of Days. The Consuming Fire. The King of Glory.
You are going to let Enoch, small and insignificant, flawed and imperfect - You are going to let him walk with You?
That, my absurd adversary, is truly astonishing!
And maybe just a tad disturbing.
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