On a beautiful summer day in July, I was relaxing on the deck in my back yard with absolutely nothing to do. Peering off into the distant sky, I found myself admiring the reflection of the sun off the magnificent, luminous clouds above. I panned 360 degrees, taking in the awesome beauty that surrounded me. Just then, the thought flashed through my mind: Wonder what it would have been like for a person living long ago ... without the benefit of our scientific knowledge of the cosmos. Imagine -- just the earth and sea and sky above. No solar systems, no galaxies, no comets, no asteroids -- just the invisible dome that covered the ground from one horizon to the other.
Though I don’t know why, my mind began traveling several
thousand years into the distant past. I found myself reminiscing about a nomadic tribe bordering on the southeastern
coast of the Mediterranean Sea. I fashioned myself as a shepherd boy, lying on the ground watching over my father's flock. As the sheep were content -- grazing in the field -- and I had absolutely nothing to do, I began to ponder the world around me. Who created this monstrosity -- the sky, the stars, the water, the trees, the sheep, and me?
I thought to myself, "A Creator much smarter and more powerful then me must have made it all! But it's so huge, a monstrosity! It's humongous! There must be many Creators; one for the rain, one for the thunder, one for the sunshine, one for this and one for that. Ah! There just has to be many gods that live high above the sky-line."
Then I saw Him out of the corner of my eye. Much to my chagrin, having been caught up in my reverie, I had not even noticed the Creator Himself. There He was, sitting all alone on a nearby cloud, with absolutely nothing to do -- just quietly observing me in my imaginary world.
Then I watched the Creator as He pierced through the Milky Way galaxy into a myriad of galaxies, millions of them. The Creator reflected upon my perception of a "humongous" world, thinking within Himself, "Son, you have no idea what infinity means!"
Then I watched the Creator as He pierced through the Milky Way galaxy into a myriad of galaxies, millions of them. The Creator reflected upon my perception of a "humongous" world, thinking within Himself, "Son, you have no idea what infinity means!"
Suddenly, the Creator reached down, tapped me on the shoulder, and offered me a ride into the future. "Come and I shall show you what is to come. I AM the Creative Spirit of All-That-Is". Immediately, I was carried on the wings of the Spirit through many time zones before we landed. "Here it is," exclaimed the Spirit, stating that we were viewing an upcoming Jewish culture that would realize there is only ONE CREATOR of all that is. "But they shall continue to refer to me as Elohim, meaning, the Gods. I suppose they must be utilizing the Royal We."
Continuing on, we came upon an era when Moses shall discover that Elohim has a name. Yahweh is His name, which means, "I AM!" The Creative Spirit was happy with this discovery. “When they say my name, they shall identify with me. I AM Love; I AM the Spirit of Life. I AM the Creative Source of all that you see and hear, my son." After pondering for a moment, He sadly stated, "Later, however, this Jewish culture shall call me The Lord out of fear that they might offend me when they say my I AM name foolishly."
Continuing on, we came upon an era when Moses shall discover that Elohim has a name. Yahweh is His name, which means, "I AM!" The Creative Spirit was happy with this discovery. “When they say my name, they shall identify with me. I AM Love; I AM the Spirit of Life. I AM the Creative Source of all that you see and hear, my son." After pondering for a moment, He sadly stated, "Later, however, this Jewish culture shall call me The Lord out of fear that they might offend me when they say my I AM name foolishly."
Changing the subject, I asked the Spirit of Creativity if He had a home. He responded to me, saying, "I live everywhere, even in the hearts of humankind, but I was
sitting on Cloud Nine with absolutely nothing to do ... when my eyes happened to land upon you ... lying there in the meadow ... daydreaming ... about Me."
Before I could respond to His blissful words, the Spirit quickly whisked me away from this place-in-time and we arrived several hundred years further into the
future when the Romans were in control of this very land where I now live. As we viewed the hillside below, the
Spirit said it is called Galilee and occupied by several sects of Jews.
But without any
forewarning, we immediately came to a screeching halt and the wise Spirit declared
that we could go no further. Though I did not understand, the Voice of the Creator spoke cautiously, and in a sullen manner,
muttering something about a Trinity of gods replacing the One. At last, the Spirit explained, “An offshoot of the
Jewish faith has developed here. But I shall not reveal to you what this cult shall do
with my name. You don’t want to know and I shall spare you this calamity. You
simply would not believe it anyway.”
Then, out of nowhere came a bolt of lightening and a thundering
sound that shook the heavens and I was suddenly catapulted out of my reverie,
lying all alone in the grass. I had been daydreaming for what seemed like
hours. I had lost all track of time. Looking around to check out the flock, I
discovered that one of my lambs was missing.
It had meandered away from its mother into the wilderness. And a storm was brewing from the west.
Without a second thought, I rose to my feet and haphazardly trotted
into the desert to find my lost sheep. I had no choice in the matter. I had to
leave my father’s grazing flock to search for the lamb, which would be at the
mercy of the wolves. She would be scared and disoriented, unable to find her way back from the
wild to her mother ewe. Frantically, I sought high and low for my lost lamb
when, much to my surprise, I heard the sound of ‘baaaa’ resonating from behind
the rocks.
With my beloved on my shoulder, I joyously returned to the
99 waiting for our safe return. Though soaking wet from the pouring rain, we all celebrated and thanked the one and only
Creator of our heaven and earth for guiding me this way and that way in order to retrieve my lost baby. It was an experience I
shall never forget! And I never ever told my father all that had happened on that spectacular summer day – so very long ago.
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