Originally posted by M©+square:
In the beginning was the
Word...
The Word became a human and lived among us.
John 1:1,14
[b]The Author Of
Life
Seated at the great desk, the Author opens the large book. It has
no words. It has no words because no words exist.
No words exist because no words are needed.
There are no ears to hear them., no eyes to read them. The Author
is alone.
And so he take the great pen and begins to write. Like an artist
gathers his colors and woodcarver his tools, the Author assembles
his words.
There are three. Three single words. One of these three will pour a
million thoughts. But on these three words, the story
suspend.
He takes his quill and spells the first. T-i-m-e.
Time did not exist until he wrote it. He, himself, is timeless, but
his story would be encased in time. The story would have a first
rising of the sun, a first shifting of the sand. A beginning . . .
and an end. A final chapter. He knows before he writes it.
Time. A footspan on enternity's trail.
Slowly, tenderly, the Author writes the second word. A name.
A-d-a-m.
As he writes, he sees him, the first Adam. Then he sees all the
others. In a thousand eras in a thousand lands., the Author sees
them.
Each Adam. Each child. Instantly loved. Permanently loved. Toeach
he assigns a time. To each he appoints a place. No accidents. No
coincidences. Just design.
The Author makes a promise to these unborn: In my image i will make you. You will be like
me. You will laugh. You will create. You will never die. And you
will write.
They must. For each life is a book, not to read, but rather a story
to be written. The Author starts each life story, but each life
will write his or her own ending.
What dangerous liberty. How much safer it would have beem to finish
the story for each Adam. To script every option. It would have been
much simpler. It would have been safer. But it would not have been
love.
Love is only love if chosen.
So the Author decides to give each child a pen. 'Write carefully,''
he whispers.
Lovingly, deliberately, he writes the third word, already feeling
the pain.
E-m-m-a-n-u-e-l
The greatest mind in the universe imagined time. The truest judge
granted Adam a choice. But it was love that gave Emmanuel, God with
us.
The Author would enter his own story.
The word became flesh. He, too, would be born.
He, too, would be human.
He, too, would have feet and hands.
He, too, would have tears and trials.
And most importantly, he, too, would have a choice.
Emmanuel would stand at crossroads of life and death and make a
choice.
The Author knows well of the weight of that decision. He pauses as
he writes the page of his own pain. He could stop.
Even the Author has a choice. But how can the Author not
create?
How can a Writer not write?
How can Love not love?
So he chooses life, though it means death, with hope that his
children will do the same.
And so the Author of Life completes the story. He drives the spike
in the flesh and rolls the stone over the cave. Knowing the choice
he will make, knowing the choice all Adams will make, he pens,
''The End,'' then closes the book and proclaims the
beginning.
''Let there be light!''
[/b]
AMEN.
And Jesus Christ was resurrected from the dead never to die again
& went to be with His Father, our God & Creator & sent
the Holy Spirit to help us & make atonement for sin once for
all, having nailed them to the cross forever. The end of sins &
the beginning of God's saving grace begins.
Believe in Jesus or Yeshua & you shall be saved, you & your
household! There is no name under heaven in which we shall be saved
except Jesus' name! His blood washed us from all our sins once for
all! His blood is the blood of the New Covenant shed for the
remission of our sins. Believe in Jesus & you shall have
eternal life!
