In the beginning…5. Meditation Room

It was the better part of a week until that promised “tomorrow” came … but the next big day of creation finally arrived. Jesus had rarely left his room during that time, being completely preoccupied with his plans for Day 4. He did take a few breaks to rehearse with the angel choir, although only after repeated cajoling communications from Allen and others who were growing impatient to put the finishing touches on their big gala for God. With the star of the show constantly behind closed doors, rehearsals were difficult. Allen had approached the Father for some intervention – though reluctantly.

After a cursory check of the empty throne room, Allen found the King of Heaven in the small room in the rear of the palace where God often went to meditate or create. Allen entered through the ruby-studded archway door. He stopped suddenly with an audible intake of breath.

“Uh, Majesty; what’s that?” Allen muttered hesitatingly.

“What’s what, Allen?” God inquired passively.

“That, um, angel? At least it looks rather like an angel. Except…” he hesitated.

God looked up from his work, “Except what, Allen?”

Allen continued more boldly, “Except it – or he – is, uh, beautiful. He has all types of lovely stones over his robe; each seems to be placed in a setting of gold, and there is a shiny hue emanating from his whole stature.”

“That’s right, Allen. This is Lucifer. He’s the newest addition to our heavenly host. He was specifically made to be guardian of the Garden of Eden on the Earth. He will help it and keep things perfect for the other creatures that will dwell there. That’s all I can tell you now; and, Allen?” God noted.

“Yes, Lord?” Allen acted somewhat intimidated. Lucifer seemed to just stare blankly at the wall he faced. Allen decided that God wasn’t quite finished with his creating yet.

“Keep this just between the two of us for now, please. Jesus is the only other one who might know about it. I want to keep Lucifer a secret until tomorrow,” God stated.

“Not a problem, Lord,” Allen declared. “My lips are sealed. Mums the word. I’ll lock my lips and toss the key into the River of Life. I’ll…”

“All right, Allen. I get the picture,” God continued. “Thanks for your cooperation. Now, was there something you wanted to see me about?”

“Oh, yeah, I almost forgot. I hate to complain, sir; but it’s your son. The choir just can’t practice without Jesus. He’s the lead singer and actor. Some of the angels are getting really frustrated. There’s talk of quitting. One angel, Dagon, even mentioned starting his own performing group with himself in all the lead parts. Now, you and I both know Dagon is no Jesus; but he is good; and he does carry a lot of influence with several in the choir. I’m afraid…”

Holding up a halting hand, God interjected, “Allen, don’t be concerned. I’ll speak to Jesus and see if he can’t pull himself away from his creation planning for a while to rehearse.”

“Thanks very much, Lord,” Allen said over his shoulder as he retreated from the throne and exited the room. He was glad to be out of there. It wasn’t the Father who had him spooked; it was that Lucifer creature. He’d never seen an angel like that. “Oh, well, that’s not my concern,” he muttered to himself as he strolled thoughtfully back toward the choir hall. “That’s none of my business. I’ve got my hands full with rehearsals. And I know that all things will work together for good if I just keep trusting God” He was not to realize how full his hands really were to become. It was three more days, though, before Jesus left the palace and proceeded apologetically to the music hall.

[to be continued]