As Earth Churns…22c. East of Eden
Anak
changed the subject, “So, Cain, what are planning for sacrifice day? Dagon and
I have a little pile of crops set aside so we can at least qualify as givers.
Shouldn’t take much time and won’t cost us much either.”
“See
that pile over there,” Cain pointed behind him at the edge of the woods on the
west side of his acreage. “Planned on giving that.”
“That
much? All of it?” Anak snickered.
“Well, I
was, at least until I heard what you guys said about the new acceptance
policy,” Cain stated thoughtfully.
Dagon
took his turn, “You know, Cain, Anak and I figured that since we’re doing all
the work down here with absolutely no help from God or anybody else, why should
we worry about giving God anything. He’s up there in heaven with his gold
streets, all that massive wealth.”
He
paused allowing Anak to jump in, “We figured that since we planted the crops
and cared for the crops and harvested the crops, they are all ours.” Anak
didn’t even take a breath, “What ours is ours and God doesn’t need it anyway.”
Cain
replied with his brow raised thoughtfully, “I see what you mean. That’s just
about what I was thinking when Jesus showed up here the other day with his
holier-than-me attitude, his judgmental words, and his condemning tone of
voice.”
“Exactly!”
stated Dagon jumping on the anti-Jesus bandwagon. “That kid’s always butting in
where he’s not needed or wanted! What does he care about you for anyway, Cain?
He’s got it all up in heaven including his own little throne next to the
Father’s. How cute is that?”
Anak
interjected with the finishing touch, “By the way, Cain, Dagon and I were just
discussing on our walk over here that we might not even do any sacrificing next
year. Keep it all for ourselves. What do you think?”
Cain
hurried his answer, “Sounds like a plan to me. I’m sick and tired of sweating
and straining all year only to give a bunch of the fruits of my labor away to
those that already have it all.”
Dagon
added, “Precisely. We’ll get through this year and then it’ll all be for us.”
Anak
stepped in, “Lookin’ out for Number One!”
“Yeah,
Number One! I like that!” Cain agreed. Then staring for a moment at his large
pile of stuff he’d set aside for the upcoming sacrifice, “Might even whittle
that heap down a might. Say, to about a tenth of what’s there.”
“Atta
boy!” shouted Anak.
“Now
you’re talkin’!” added Dagon.
Then all
three uttered nearly simultaneously, “Number One!”
[to be continued]
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