In the beginning...2b. Throne Room

 “Hello there, Son,” God’s voice snapped his son’s mind back to the present reality.

“Hey, Dad, he’s still there!” Jesus exclaimed; still out of breath from his hurried gait to the palace, he now rushed the last few paces to his father’s side; where, amid pants for breath caused by his hurried arrival, he slumped onto his throne and gazed at his majestic Father.

“Slow down, Son. Who’s still where?” God inquired.

 “Our Spirit!” Jesus nearly shouted.

“Oh,” God stated matter-of-factly.

“He’s still hovering. He’s just above that big formless, empty, dark area that’s right over the surface of the waters we made last week,” Jesus explained in his exuberance.

“I know, Son,” God admitted.

“What’s he doing? He’s so still. He’s not moving a muscle. And he’s quiet. It’s absolutely spooky!” Jesus gasped.

“He’s just waiting,” God stated.

“Waiting? For what?” Jesus asked.

“For the rest of the plan,” God said.

“Have you decided on it yet?” Jesus inquired.

“I can’t, Son.” God gazed seriously into His Son’s eyes.

“Why not?” Jesus questioned.

“Don’t you remember our talk a while back when I told you I didn’t want to create anything without you,” God reminded His Son.

“Yes, but…” Jesus stammered.

“And, Jesus, you have been quite consumed the last few days with the angel chorus. What are you all preparing for anyway?” God offered a gentle chastisement.

“It’s a surprise, Father,” Jesus exclaimed. “You know that. Don’t try to pry it out of me. And don’t go using your omniscience either. That wouldn’t be fair.”

“I won’t,” God agreed.

“Promise?” Jesus pleaded.

“Sure. So when do I get to see this musical project?” God inquired.

“We’ll be finished rehearsing and prepared to perform soon,” Jesus assured him. “I’ll let you know.”

“Okay, Son. So you’ll be ready for us to formulate the rest of our creation plan after that?”

“No!” Jesus vehemently contradicted. “I don’t want to wait. I’ve been working on it in my spare time; and some of the angels had other stuff to do this afternoon anyway, so rehearsal is postponed until later. We can go ahead right now!”

“All right. Come on,” God cajoled, then in the next breath he inquired, “Did you finish those drawings you were working on?”

“Yes. They’re right here.” Jesus unrolled some papers that had been in a quiver attached to his back by a sling.

“Hmmmm…” God contemplated his son’s work as Jesus began explaining.

He pointed to the detailed diagrams, “This is that mass of water below the dark area. If we put some hard stuff in some places, then we could have creatures in the water and creatures on the land.”

His father added, “Land? Is that what you call the hard places?”

“Yes. Is that okay?” Jesus seemed unsure.

“I don’t see why not; it’s your plan.” God guaranteed him. “What else?”

“You know how we like to look up and around us in these heavens we’ve made? It’s spacious and beautiful and it’s all so unique. There never seems to be the same view twice,” Jesus excitedly exclaimed.

“Yes, it is pretty amazing what we’ve been able to do so far,” God agreed.

“Well, I wanted to come up with something like that for the living things we’re going to make;” Jesus explained excitedly, “so they don’t always have to look at the same stuff…the same colors and shapes and all that.”

“Sounds like a great idea, Son,” God approved, nodding his affirmation. “Of course we’re going to make a wide variety of creatures; ones that not only appear different but make strange noises and move in unique ways; and we want each one to serve a purpose in that world below.”

“I know, Dad. I’ve been working on those ideas, too,” Jesus agreed. “You know the man we decided to make who would have charge of that place down there to care for and enjoy?”

God smiled, “Yes, and he’ll be the only creature that looks, acts, feels, and thinks as we do.”

“Right!” Jesus continued. “Well, I thought we could march all the critters passed him one day and see what he thinks their names should be. Would that be all right?”

“I don’t see why not,” gazing into the distance as if in deep thought, the Father continued. “Hmmm. Yes, that’s a splendid idea, Son. What about the area between that world and our home?”

“You mean between that land and water place and our heaven?” Jesus asked.

“Kind of awkward that we don’t have a name for that land and water yet, isn’t it?” questioned the Father.

“I was thinking, perhaps we could call it…Earth.” Jesus suggested.

[to be continued...]