The Day The World Began

It started as any ordinary day, the day when Earth began.

My joy was full as I did my Master’s bidding that day. It was some small task, yet it was just as important as the most beautiful angel’s, because it was a service for the Omnipotent One.

He chooses to use us to perform His work, even when He could do it all instantly by himself. I don’t understand His reasons, but after His recent events, He must have some.

As I went about my work today, I heard His voice beckoning me to come back to his temple. I obeyed instantly. As I arrived, I saw a great chasm had opened in front of the temple, a vast, bottomless darkness.

I wondered what was going on, so I asked another angel. He didn’t know either. Then, I saw a brilliant light emanating from the doorway of the temple, and I instinctively knew Who was coming. I covered my eyes as He passed. I looked up in time to see His back as He stood next to the gaping void. He leaned over to gaze into it as He whispered, Let there be light.” Without warning, a brilliant light like that we occupied shone into my eyes. I saw His silhouette as He nodded His approval. When my eyes accustomed to the light, I saw a round sphere now occupied the void. It spun with all the glory of its Makers goodness. With that, He passed back into His temple.

When I uncovered my eyes, I saw the other angels whispering among each other. I had my own questions, so I began asking others what they thought. No one could fathom the mystery that now lay before us as we gazed down at the marble. What grand plans did our Master have for it?

I went away to do my duty, expecting all to be the same when I came back. When I arrived, however, I saw that the void had fallen back into darkness. The light He had made was gone. All was empty again. I wondered why He had taken away the sphere. Why would He create something, then destroy it later?

I remained at the void, continually watching it for more changes. Eventually, I saw a glimmer of light coming from the void, and as it got brighter, I saw that the sphere still lay there, unmoved from before. Then I realized that I could not see it before because of the lack of light. It had been there all along. When the light was at its brightest, the Omnipotent One came out again. This time He spoke to us first. He said that the light was to be called Day,” and the darkness was to be called Night.” It was a cycle to be repeated constantly.

Over the next five days, He made incredible changes to the marble. He pulled dryness out of the wetness and then made green plants grow out of it. He made balls of fire that float in the void and shine light on the first sphere. Then, he made living things. He made stationary and moveable ones. He made plants and animals that eat the plants. He brought His world to life.

But the biggest change happened on the sixth day. He had spoken something about making in His own image, though I didn’t know what that meant. He stood still for a long time before the creation, then He reached down and picked up some of the dry earth, molding it into a shape. Then he leaned down and breathed into the mass, and it came alive.

Instantly, I could tell that this new creation was something different than the earlier ones. This one had intelligent eyes and a bright smile. I knew he could think and reason.

But the Maker wasn’t done. He spoke to the man and said,

Be fruitful and multiply and fill the earth and subdue it, and have dominion over every living thing that moves on the earth.”

And the Maker saw that what He had made was good.

The rest of my life has been focused around this creation: man. The Omnipotent One has some great plan for him that I cannot fathom, but I know it is a good one. The man’s offspring have done terrible things, but I know He will make it right. That is why I stand and watch it whenever I can. I don’t want to miss His marvelous plan.

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About Me

I'm a high school student, a teen, who seeks to follow God with everything he has. I've got so many questions and so often I feel like I'm hitting a wall in my beliefs, my actions, and my creativity. And that's OK.

Being surrendered is more of a process than a destination. I'm not perfect by any means, and I struggle a lot. But the daily act of "presenting my body as a living sacrifice," fully surrendered to the will of my King, is what will get me through.