a way. The thousands of years to come flash through his mind in an instant. The rush, the color, the commotion and pain and noise and beauty—and just as quickly, dark again. Present. He lowers his attention to the void, a boundless joy sparked in his eyes.
Light floods in, a sudden burst from the Creator himself. Suddenly it’s everywhere, altering everything. The Creator smiles. It is good. With a sweep of his arm the darkness is ushered back in. Night. It settles, laying thinly over its familiar expanse. Soon the light is gladly back: morning.
He pours forth speech over the next few days. Life-giving words, the before-empty air now increasingly alive and vibrant with every syllable.
His words pitch the wide-open sky: every shade of blue, softening at the horizons. Gentle hills, plunging valleys, rocky peaks, and peaceful fields race across the face of the earth, happily taking their places. The depths of the oceans are formed, filled with the most strange and awe-inspiring creatures. Rivers spring forth, gushing and bubbling. Trees shoot upwards, healthy and lush, their leaves swaying with the breeze. The sudden whoosh of wings unfolding: all around, flamboyant birds are taking their first flights. Below, the earth is alive with all kinds of creatures, all kinds of plant life.
Such variety and color, vigor and movement and noise. The pure joy of newness. It’s all a dance. Where there used to lie a dark void and a charged silence, there is now a whole world. The Creator beams down on his work. It is good, oh it is good! But something is missing.
The Creator speaks nothing from where he is seated.
Instead he gets up, steps down onto the earth. The wind- swept dust coats his feet and fingernails as he works, scooping it up into his mighty hands. Molding, shaping, forming. . . something. Something.
The energy-filled dance of the animals and trees becomes still. Everything seems to lean in, waiting. Expectant. The Creator raises this new form to his lips. Inhales a breath, deep and purposeful. . . then the slow, rich exhale. The being stirs.
Shock. Could it be? The Creator laughs, a comforting, contagious, spirited sound, booming and overflowing with delight. A being in his own image! Everything created before has been beautiful, perfect, magnificent, yes: but nothing like this. Nothing like this man. Adam. The only being with the mirrored gift of the Creator’s speech and laughter and deep personality, face and eyes and hair. The Creator helps him to his feet. Oh, it is very good! The Creator presents him before all of creation and the dance bursts alive at once, more wild and jubilant than before. The Creator laughs and dances along to this beauty he’s brought forth.
It seems everything’s reached its epitome, its perfection—but in his wisdom the Creator sees that something is still missing. It is not good for man to be alone. The Creator lays his hand on Adam’s head, bringing him gently to the ground, giving him a deep sleep. Taking a rib from his side, the Creator once again molds and shapes and forms. Once again breathes life. A woman! From man, in the image of the Creator. She’s deeply beautiful and mysterious. Bright-eyed. She takes it all in, the dance of creation and the glory of it all.
The man stirs from his sleep, sitting up. Stretching and itching his head. He blinks his eyes open, noticing at once the woman. They both pause, staring—and just as quickly celebrate: joining in the dance, glorying in the order and perfection of it all, their closeness to the Creator.
The Creator’s joy is complete. It is all so, so good. Just as he’d intended, in every detail. Life goes on, every day spent in the peacefulness of unity and the brightness of work and exploration.
Looking into the creation narrative has had quite an effect on me. Imagining how things came about and what it looked like is breathtaking. It was a fresh, sinless world where mankind lived in perfect unity with the Creator. It was joyfully created and lived on in perfection. Still today, this world and every bit of beauty in it points straight up to God, speaks volumes about him. He’s creative, he has a sensitivity towards and love for beauty. He’s powerful, everything came to be through simply his words. He has it all in his hands. And we’re made in his image, we’re similar to him in many ways—how cool is that?
Next week I’ll be continuing this narrative into the day sin entered the world. Although it was a terrible event, one with grim effects that continue today, I’ve found a great mercy at the heart of it. Until then, let your focus be on our great Creator, the one who spoke this all into motion and keeps it in his care. Have a great week!
Hello! I'm Anna, a college student living in the Midwest. I'm a strong believer in uncontrollable laughter, powerful words, and a morning cup of coffee. I pray these posts will encourage you to live a full life with and for God: unhindered. Look forward to new posts every Monday morning!