There he stood, twice as tall as those around him, the sunlight shooting shafts of light from his shining armour, splitting the atmosphere and sending his opponents like defeated dogs, into their tents. Behind him stood an army of men who, like the tall warrior himself, trusted in his strength, his power and his might – human pride.
His thundering voice reverberates around the two hills. He taunts and goads his enemies. They cringe and wail. Their tall handsome, brawny king hides in his tent. Not one of them remembers their great God.
Oh, but wait! Who is this boy with stick and stones. He advances toward the shining spectre on the other hill. How could he dare? He shouts at the giant,
“All those who are gathered here will know that it is not by sword or spear that the Lord saves; for the battle is the Lord’s, and He will give all of you into our hands.”
The boy’s confidence is not in might or power; his confidence is in the Spirit of the Living God who owned the land on which they stood.
“Look at them! There isn’t anything they are not able to do!”
“I’ve tried to persuade my man, Gabriel. I’ve guarded him from his birth. We all have.”
“It’s like they are shaking their fists in God’s face!”
By now the whole of heaven was looking on. It was about one hundred years since God judged the earth with a global flood because of people’s defiance. Now the descendants of Noah, sons of Adam, were arrogantly disobeying God’s command to fill the earth just as it had been before the flood. They and their leader Nimrod, were filled with haughty pride.
But wait you say! Before the flood there was only one landmass, the rest was sea. How are they going to cross the earth’s crust that is now split, buckled and divided?
Think my friends what God said of them. Nothing they propose to do will be impossible for them.
Conversation in heaven slowly died until there was absolute silence. They watch as the Almighty, all-powerful One descended to investigate. Each angel, wondering how God would judge, was frozen in awestruck silence.
Suddenly a trumpet sounding as it were, a warning – NOW HEAR THIS! A seraph flew across heaven crying out “God’s will be done on earth as it is in heaven.” Then it happened. God sent confusion on all people. No longer could they understand one another. They were driven apart, each group with its own language, to fill the earth once again.
“Oh Day-star you look magnificent!” said Celebrity.
“What brilliant, shimmering, dazzling light!” exclaimed Beautific.
“You are ordained to guard the throne of God! Wow! Look at your beautiful wings!” Celebrity was ecstatic. “We are to take messages to man. I wonder what man is?”
“Look what God is doing now,” said Beautific.
The watery blob hanging in the small empty space had already made one revolution. A glorious, mysterious light illuminated half its surface. The angels moved effortlessly through the space to watch their God, their creator; they heard His voice authoritative and clear. Their eyes widened in awe at each injunction. Suddenly a mass of dry land appeared out of the water. Next came a shroud around the sphere, a thin film of something making it look like a giant blue gem. Each rotation of the earth brought a new miracle. Next it was the greening of the land. On the fourth rotation God stretched out the space and hung the sun, moon and stars. The sun now provided light for the day, the moon and stars the light by night. By these, God said, man would count time. Another rotation and the water became filled with fish and the air with birds.
Then on day six God made the land dwelling creatures; animals, reptiles, insects and creeping things.
“I can’t see! What is God doing now?” asked Celebrity craning her neck.
“I can’t see either but He is taking great care,” answered Beautific.
Just then God stood back and there stood a creature in His own likeness. God called him Adam.
“Adam. Man,” whispered Celebrity.
Day-star wasn’t getting any attention. “Did God reeeealy say He created us?” he asked drawing attention back to himself.
“Sure,” said Celebrity.
“How do you know? Maybe we all came into existence from a big bang. Why should He be God?”
“Yeah!” sneered Malignant.
Pride had consumed Day-star and because of his rebellion God threw him and his cohorts down to earth. Later they would be cast into the Abyss.
To the angels it seemed like only a moment but on earth thousands of years had passed. It was now the year of Our Lord 2004.
“Look at them Beautific, they act like God doesn’t exist.”
All of heaven was looking on again. People were behaving just as they had in Noah’s day. Greed and pride were rife. They were lovers of self – all doing their own thing; lovers of pleasure – big game fishing, football, skiing or party revelling (Bali bombing) while others died of starvation crippled by the World Bank and the IMF. They were lovers of power - evident in the wars and strife (9/11) and the push for global control reminiscent of Nimrod. Day-star had wrought his subtle lies into the minds of the leaders, educators and even the “priests” of the Living God. “Did God really mean …?” he’d say and they were hooked. “Yes. God could not really mean that,” they responded, hoodwinked by preconceived ideas of science from the minds of mortals. Little by little they have undermined the Word of God thus rejecting the mind of God.
What audacity and pride, that the clay could dare to tell the potter what He really means. Heaven is silent again.
“How long of Lord, before You bring your recompense?”
“Hold on a little while longer my children.”
“Come, Lord Jesus.”