Press Page Down

there's more below

Chronograph II:
In the Beginning...

In the beginning, the real beginning that is, God was all alone in the void.

He was at a loose end and sat twiddling his thumbs.

He was, frankly, rather bored and soon realised this definitely was not good. Something had to be done. So, being a decisive sort, He shivered so violently that He split down the middle and created Jesus, His Son,... someone He could have a word with in the darkness of eternity.

Feeling a little better, He shook himself down the middle again and with a desperate act of his will (the first time was an accident), He created another of and from Himself. This was to be His enforcer... a bit of Himself through which He could galvanise things into action. This was His Spirit.

It was day minus seven... before the big bang... so there was no evening or morning, they hadn't been created yet... no, I'm sorry, there has got to be a better way of telling this story...

It was Day -7
No stars were twinkling
The silence was deafening
Out there in the void

But there were no ears to listen
There was no sensation
Before the creation...
And God twiddled his thumbs

It was Day -6
With each day an aeon
He continued to think as
The day drew to a close

He knew He was bored
With nothing to engage Him
No devil to plague Him
But what should He do?

It was Day -5
Contemplating eternity
He felt so crushingly empty
So He made Himself three

Himself, the Creator
Moved by His Spirit
To extend His orbit
He gave life to his Word

It was Day -4
The Tri-Deity in action
With deepening satisfaction
He/They started to plan

With Themselves as models
They created Their outlines
With innumerable streamlines
Their sketches emerged

It was Day -3
Self doubt was in order
As Their butterflies gnawed at
Their innermost selves

In negative space
With anticipation... trembling
They began assembling
All necessary stores

It was Day -2
A most disturbing countdown
At risk... a cataclysmic breakdown
Such was the force in Their hand

Frenetic activity
Keeping the springs coiled
And all the machines oiled
Are We there yet Dad...

It was Day -1
Awaiting that final decision
Making that final incision
What the hell, "LET THERE BE LIGHT!"

Well now... that was anti-climax, wasn't it!
Can you guess why?

Just click on the link below to find out...
'cos there are many more amazing revelations to come!

.....from "the Jesus chronographs"
by Stefan Lewis-Fish
(November 5, 2004)