The Beginning 1

I decided I would share a part of my book Forerunners, which is now in the editing/production stage with you. This is a favourite story of mine. I was praying for a story from creation. How could I write a story that was true to Scripture but with a different angle? What would be of interest to 21st-century readers? Then a sentence began to roll around in my mind.

It took him a while to realise he was.

When words stick with me like that I know what to do. So I picked up a pen and wrote the words down. Ten minutes later, I had the story, fully written. I tweaked a word, here and there, but when I write like that I know that it is not ‘my’ story, but the story God wants me to write.   I am including the modern day thread that surrounds the story so you can have an idea of how the book works.

Please hear me when I say this is not a sales pitch. It is just a sharing in my delight at how God uses the pen I hold to bring Him glory. I hope you enjoy it and are blessed by a fresh way of encountering God in the Old Testament.

The Beginning

“Sally, your story is first. Are you ready to share it with us?” Simon smiled at the attractive brunette sitting across the room from him.

“Yes,” Sally said, “I’d love to share it with you all.” She turned to Dean.

“Mr Rey … Dean … I was Sally Davis when you knew me. I’m Sally Chambers now. You probably don’t remember me, but I was a rebel in school. The whole school scene was just a waste of time in my book. I couldn’t wait to leave. I dreamt of being a model and spent hours in front of the mirror. Of course, I’m too small to be a model but I refused to let that little matter stop me.”

Her listeners chuckled. Sally could not have been more than 160cms in height. She smiled and continued.

“I only attended your OT class because my parents insisted I do some extra mural subject or other. Of course they were hoping I’d choose a sport, but I hated rushing around and getting hot and sweaty. I looked for another option and I found your class. As both my parents were church-goers, I knew they would find it hard to resist if I offered to study the Bible. I could see the look of hope in their eyes and the struggle going on inside them as to whether to insist on a sport or let me do the OT class. As far as I was concerned, I could attend the class for an hour once a week and be done with it.

“I thought I was being so clever and I went along for that first lesson prepared to be bored. But the novelty of a teacher sharing a dream with us caught my imagination. I was intrigued by the story and the wonder of the creation of humanity.”

Sally looked around the room.

“This was the first story Mr Rey … Dean … told us. It shook my world. I could not get it out of my mind.”

She smiled as others nodded. Then, taking a deep breath, she began her story.


It took him a while to realise he was.

He existed.

He breathed.

Understanding dawned slowly and with it a sense of well-being. Warm, spreading from his chest pervading all that he was.

He became aware of sound and external warmth. And light. And shadow. And life.

He had no knowledge of any of this. There was just an increasing awareness of sensation. Of a world beyond who he was.

It was touch that first alerted him to his involvement. An insect – he never knew which one – alighted on him and crawled for a moment, somewhere on his being. Alarmed his eyes snapped open.

And for the very first time, he saw.


So bright he screwed his eyes tight shut. But what he had seen was so remarkable he could not resist trying again. Slowly this time, peering through lashes that offered some protection, he squinted at his world. As his eyes adjusted he opened them wider, hardly able to absorb the strange things he saw.


More next week!  God bless you





About Mandy Hackland

My love in life is to encourage others to deepen their relationship with God. I write devotional material, stories and small group studies with that in mind. I live in South Africa and also love spending time in the bush, bird watching and walking. I have moved to the coast and am enjoying the green spaces and beautiful vistas that surround me, reminding me of God's grace every day.
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