Frankincense
Froggie looked utterly perplexed. “I dare say, Miss Ruth, I’ve never heard of
this Creator and consequently have no earthly notion as to what you’re
squeaking about.”
“Oh.
Well then. Let me explain. In the beginning…no, let me back up a bit. Before the beginning, the Creator lived.
And before He made the world, the Creator made a plan – a very grand plan. And
at the appointed time in His very grand plan, the Creator made the heavens and
the earth, and the earth spun empty and dark – inky black and darker than a
moonless night. No shiny stars bejeweled the night sky, no big oaks stood tall
in the forest, no humans or field mice or little, speckled, gray tree frogs stirred
over the face of the earth. But when the Creator said, ‘Let there be light,’ there
was light! And the light was good because the Creator is so very, very good. When
He spoke, the world began! It appeared at His command.”
“Where’d
you hear this captivating story, Miss Ruth?” questioned Frankincense.
“Barnabas
Fieldmouse, my distant cousin twice removed on my dear mother’s side that lives
at the big house over Blue Heron Lake, introduced me to the Creator and His
stories. And I hear tell that a little, green tree frog in a watering pot told
him.”
“Oh,
then please continue,” urged Frankincense.
“Certainly,”
answered Ruth. “The Creator merely spoke and the heavens were created. He
breathed the word, and all the stars were born. He commanded waters to gather,
and there were oceans. He charged the earth to sprout, and ferns and Indian
paintbrush and grancy graybeard and trees of every species sprang forth. He
spoke the sun and the moon and the stars into the galaxies, water creatures
into the seas, land creatures onto solid ground, and birds into the heavens.
And before He rested, the Creator formed a human creature in His own image and
named him Adam.”
Beloved, do you know the stories of Jesus? Then pass them on.
the real Ruth and Frankincense
in their big oak knothole
Chancellor Ferry Farm