by Tim Green
to not abide alone. It only grew and became productive after it had fallen onto the ground and died. Then it required the waters from the natural heavens to water it and the glory of the suns warmth to make it grow. It was then that I realised that the words that God Almighty speaks are exactly like seeds. His words must be heard and obeyed in order for them to not abide alone. They must fall into the fertile soil of the heart and be obeyed. Then they require the water of the Spirit of wisdom, revelation and understanding to make them grow and flourish. They require the warmth of the Fathers Glory to shine in their hearts in order for his word to reproduce according to its own kind.
Gabriel sat behind the record table in heaven and recorded every word that proceeded out of the mouth of God. He diligently penned every word in the eternal books of heaven with delicate accuracy and artistry. Each stroke left its golden mark on the eternal pages as the eternal ink glistened in the light of Gods glory. Gabriel had beautiful hand writing and an extremely steady hand. I am unable to write as my hands shake from the physical effects upon my body from the war against that former Chief Musician, Lucifer.
God saw that everything that He had created was good. On day four He spoke the two great lights into existence, the greater light to rule the day, and the lesser light to rule the night. God set them in heaven to give light upon the earth and to rule over the day and over the night and to divide the light from the darkness and God saw that it was good. On day five He created great whales, and every living sea creature. Again God saw that His creation was good. So God blessed them saying, “Be fruitful, multiply, fill the waters of the seas, and let the birds of the air multiply in all the earth.”
However His finest hour was still yet to come. He was about to break away from the regular mould and normal way of creating things. We angels were all astounded as we beheld the peculiar behaviour of the Almighty on the sixth day. Our inquiring minds could not fathom out what the Almighty was about to do next. His speaking and commanding was over. Words could not create what He was about to create. It could only be formed and fashioned. It was unlike anything we angels had ever seen before with our angelic eyes. God was about to do exceedingly abundantly above all we could ask, dream or imagine. It was magnificent and it was miraculous. It was divinely ordained by the self-existent and eternal God Himself.
That’s when I heard the Lord God declare, “Let us make man and let us make him in our very own image and likeness.”
I saw the look on Gabriel’s face change while he wrote those words down into the eternal books. The Lord God was going to create something more majestic than any of His angels. Something more divine than the creation of the Cherubim, the Seraphim and we His Archangels. He was going to create something more beautiful than the fallen Chief Musician. After Gabriel had finished the final stroke of that profound statement, he put down the golden pen and looked intently into the face of the Father of Glory. I knew that he was attempting to know the divine will and thoughts of the Almighty. Gabriel and I were both puzzled by this unfathomable eternal statement.
“Who is this man that God Almighty is mindful of him,” asked Gabriel curiously.
The Lord God sat quietly upon His unshakable throne without giving any indication to a response.
“What is a man?” I thought to myself. Judging by the facial expression upon the faces of all the other angels. I wasn’t the only one wanting to know the answer to that question. My heart raced within my chest as the God of heaven and earth suddenly stood upon His feet and replied, “It’s something so wonderful that I cannot speak it out, I’ll simply have to show you.”
The creation of the universe that the Lord God had created through speech and decree was magnificent. But what kind of creature was He going to create that His speech was considered unworthy to create it. How priceless and most precious was this man to be. That our heavenly Father was going to create him with His very own hands and not with words?
Gabriel and I were now even more curious than we had ever been before.
Forming the Clay. #3
I Gabriel, the Archangel of the Lord God was once again intrigued by the behaviour of our eternal Creator. All I could do was sit back and watch as the self-existent God began to sculpt an idol of Himself. Like a lifelong potter supernaturally skilled in the art of forming the clay into vessels. So the Creator of heaven and earth quietly began to spin the soft clay upon His fingertips. A mirror image of Himself was on His mind and He would settle for nothing less than an exact replica of Himself.
The Lord God had kept a deep secret from us, His angels ever since the day that we were created by the words of His mouth. He had desired godly offspring of His own and according to His own kind. He desired a son of His very own. We angels just gazed in wonder at His meticulous attention to the finest of details. Our Gods workmanship and craftsmanship was so delicately accurate and precise it was breathtaking to behold. We angels all marvelled at the skill and artistry of the strength of His hands. We had never seen Him create with His own two hands before. We His heavenly hosts had only seen Him create with the words of His mouth until now.
At first we thought with our tiny angelic minds that He was going to create another one of us. We thought He was going to create another angel of worship to take the place of Lucifer and restore the heavens back to their original state before the rebellion. But God Almighty had a greater and far more superior being in mind. A unique being who would passionately worship Him as His heavenly Father and supersede the grandeur of worship from the fallen angel, Lucifer. He was seeking a worshipper who would worship Him in spirit and in truth, with sincerity from the depths of his heart? So the creator of heaven and earth went about His supernatural business. He was going to create a magnificent being, more spectacular than any of his precious angels. His new creature was going to be the masterpiece above all the creatures that he had ever created in the heavens above or on the earth below.
It all began on the sixth day after God had finished creating the beasts of the field. I heard Him say in a commanding voice, “I will not rest until my creation is complete. I will rest tomorrow on the seventh day when the sun goes down upon my earth.” The events that then unfolded before my enquiring eyes still have me puzzled and amazed even to this very day. The Lord God, the creator of heaven and earth, glowing in all His Glory went and stood barefoot in the dust of the earth. Then He declared again a second time as a sign of witness, “Let us make man in our own image and after our very own likeness. Let him look and behave like us.” The God of heaven, the supreme deity Elohim, had come into harmony and agreement as one. He was going to create a unique creature greater than anything He had ever created with His powerful words.
Suddenly the God of heaven as if to humble Himself, lay prostrate face first in the dirt of the ground. His inner life began to flow out of Him in the form of eternal living water and united itself with the waters flowing up from under the surface of the ground. It formed dark reddish clay, simply smooth and delicately soft. It was exactly what He wanted. As He lay face down in the clay, He began to shade and trace around Himself supernaturally. His face had made a perfectly indented mould of itself in the ground. We angels all gazed in amazement while He began to “scribble” the exact image of Himself in the sand. He gently eased Himself out of the mould and stood upon His feet. He then repeated this process by lying down backwards in the clay. He had made two perfect moulds of Himself in the ground. One was a front view of His face and the other of His hinder part.
The reddish clay had clung to Him and glued His garment of Light to His body. How He was going to get the dust off before returning to His highest heaven was a question we angels all discussed. I would never have been given permission to enter into the Glory of the throne room if I carried that amount of earthly dust on my clothing or feathers for that matter. Yet He was covered from head to toe with thick reddish clay. We could hardly recognise His face as it was completely covered leaving only a silhouette of His once gentle features. Then He began to sq
ueeze the lifeless clay through his fingers until it was soft enough to be squeezed into the moulds. He allowed the noonday sun to harden the moulds that He had made of Himself, while He kept the clay for the use of sculpting, soft and moist. Then He filled the two moulds to the brim with the clay. He gentle eased the formation of the two pieces of clay out of the two different moulds ensuring not to alter its shape in anyway. He welded to two halves of the sculpted clay together with the remaining softened clay that was left over.
He sculpted again and again until the statue began to take shape. It was a perfect replica of Himself that had been duplicated out of the moulds in the ground. It was beautifully and wonderfully made. Some of the cherubs thought that the lifeless statue of the exact replica of the Creator would be left merely a show-piece or ornament. A memorial of Gods accurate artistry and sculpting ability. But as usual the anointed cherubs were all dead wrong. God Almighty stood back and admired his accomplishment. Then I saw that sparkled look in His eyes
