From this height he could see far into the distance where blue mountains seemed to touch the sky. They were on the far side of a lake – a flat expanse that reflected the clouds and sparkled in the sunlight.
A song rose in him and he released it in a torrent of joy. And Love filled him. Then he knew. He knew he was not alone. There was another. One greater than he. One who had formed him from the dust.
“God,” he whispered, awed by the thought. “Abba.”
And the Love rolled within him, around him, above him, surrounding him with a sense of wholeness and belonging.
He revelled in the sensation, singing his praise to his Creator.
A noise in the long grass alerted him to another mystery. The seed heads rippled, the movement drawing closer. What was this? A strange, four-legged creature bounded out of the grass and leapt at him. He stepped back, but he knew no fear for he sensed, in this world, there was nothing to cause him harm.
The creature’s long tongue licked his face. The shaggy animal cavorted around his feet, tail wagging, eyes shining. It made a small sound, and licked the man’s hand in a display of affection that produced the same sensation the man had begun to recognise. Love.
Was this a two way phenomenon? Could he love as well as be loved? He stretched out his hand and caressed the creature’s head. It grew still at this return of affection.
“Dog,” said the man.
And Dog lay down and rolled on her back, kicking her feet in the air, a grin on her face. Then she leapt to her feet and trotted back to the long grass. She stopped and looked back at the man, waiting.
The man understood. Tentatively, he lifted one foot and placed it in front of the other. Right to left, left to right, and he moved forward, slowly at first, but increasing in confidence and speed as he repeated the motion.
Together, man and Dog walked to the lake.
Dog lapped at the water.
The man fell to his knees to do the same, curious about this strange substance that glistened in the light.
What met his eyes was a shock. There was another creature in the water, looking up at him.
He drew back, but his curiosity got the better of him and he leant over the intriguing element.
The one in the water did the same. Cautiously he put out his hand, curious to touch. And the action was repeated by the water-man. Only when his hand broke the surface of the lake, and he gasped in amazement at the sensation it produced, did fresh understanding rush through him with the intake of life-breath.
He glanced towards Dog, standing, gazing at him; and in the lake, he could see Dog reflected.
This was him. This water-man was his image. And somehow the knowledge dawned, as he took a sharp breath that he was made in the image of his Creator.
And Love flooded him, tingling, sparkling, singing in the knowledge of his recognition of his God.
He fell on his face and worshipped.
“Abba,” he whispered.
And he leapt to his feet, with his arms flung wide and shouted in a voice that made the mountains ring, “A-B-B-Aaaa!”
In his heart he heard the reply,
“You are my child, my creation. You are made in my image and I love you.”
The voice calmed and warmed him.
He looked again into the lake at the one in the water who is the man himself.
“A-dam,” he said.”I am man. I am A-dam.”
And he turned and walked along the beach with Dog to explore his world and talk to his God.
I do hope you enjoyed this brief excerpt from my soon to be published book Forerunners. Maybe there’ll be more later …
God bless you.