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God Talks to Abraham

(This fictional story could be happening, even as we speak.)

By Jenny Wren


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I can just see God as he is looking down from the Heavens upon his creation in the 2000’s.  Talking with Abraham of old testament days,  Abraham is standing there beside God, who is now pondering over all that He sees his once-great creation, earth, the creation which had thrilled Gods own heart.  Now He sees what it has become, hanging there in space.


God is declaring, "Take money, Abraham. Mankind’s money is still only a part of my creation. It is only paper and ore, think about that!" God pauses in his reverie, He continues, as if trying to straighten the world out in his mind. God finishes in his thought to Abraham. "Yet, My created people now kill, lie, cheat, steal, swindle, and misuse, this paper and ore. Why, it seems they have forgotten the real value of its true worth."


He pauses with a surprised "Hum, Abraham, the only real and truly valuable things of earth qre their soul and spirit, what is done for their savior, and of course their neighbors. But old greedy self sits right there on each of most men’s  heart throne, and they do not even realize that they are dying each and every day, that each day is simply just one step nearer to their eternal home, Heaven or Hell. 


God now shifts about in his stance, resting mostly upon his left side, as he turns and then leans against the big Gate of the entrance to Heaven. Then He continues, "It seems that most people know of their choice, but do not accept my good plans for each of them.  It seems they each want to make a type of heaven for themselves on the earth, different than that the plans I now have for each of them. They are so impatient. And they will not trust me enough to carry them into the unknown.


“Meanwhile, they are forever putting off their decisions until tomorrow, waiting to decide whether to serve me or not.  They are living a good life while on earth, it seems, but most of them put all things off until tomorrow.  Then, before you know it, the wait is over. 


“Finally the time comes for each one of them to die. It is then that they act as if death here on this earth is a completely total surprise, as though they are immortal.


“They have watched it happen all around them, but it seems that each of them think themselves to be better than the other one that just died. Then, when it is their time to lie on their death-bed, it suddenly dawns on them how they have wasted this true and best treasure called life.”


Abraham now shakes his head and says, as he stands remembering how the people would not listen in his day either, and speaks. “They never even remember what you, God, have promised to your people.  Why, they would not even listen, let along hear Noah, as he made the ark of safety as you, Lord, instructed him.”


Abraham was just about to mention others, Elijah and Elisha, when the Master spoke again, "Take land, my son. Who really owns the land? All of it?"


Abraham knows who owns the land, but looks with questioning eyes as God shakes his head, saying as if to reaffirm his seniority, "Why - God himself! It is mine! I created it. It is not a government’s land, not one piece of it. All of it belongs to God!"


There is some disgust in his powerful voice as He continues, “Abraham, think of this. The bodies of any man or beast are made from simple molecules, from what they eat, from my created earth.


“Why, if I would decide to simply pull away the gravity for a moment's time, what do you think would happen?  The minute particles of earthen matter would explode into space and man would be no more, man who God created, only for his own pleasure, with his own hands." 


As if weary of it all, God shakes his head, saying, "They are dead to their world. How can I make them realize that? The only true wealth is the spirit that is encased inside of man’s decaying tomb which man calls his body. Why, even that body of his does not belong to him, to begin with. It is but another piece of my creation."


Suddenly a smile of remembrance crosses God's weary face. God says to Abraham, with a smile caressing his lips, "I even heard one of them trying to explain something to another child.” 


“We depend every day upon our Lord, to even live, every one of us, without realizing it,” she said. “Think of it. If God would now say, ‘I am tired of playing with big old creation!’ If He just said to the air, ‘come away, come away air, do not flow over the earth; come away sun, do not put any more heat to the earth.  Do not send any more of your light there. I am tired of playing with my creation. Look what man has done to my beautiful Earth.’”


God smiles at the truths spoken by this wise child of his.  He reminds himself that she is a brave child, one that will, one day in the future, be commended for this warning.  

“Yes I will remember this,” he says. Then he returns his thoughts to his old friend Noah, who is now standing with him by the gate. 


"You know what Noah," says God, "I thought I could scare them into waking-up, if I began all over again, with just your family Noah, when you were living on the earth." 

He is reminiscing again of his earth and its people of the past, present and the future. God sighs, "I even went to earth myself, Noah.  I lived there as a man and died for them, as a sacrifice.   


“I became that 'human lamb' to be slaughtered for sins, dying on an old wooden cross made from a tree that I myself had created for that very  purpose. I died a human death and arose again, and I became a living example for them of how to live, die, and live again.”


God heaves his massive chest in disgust.


"They now break all of my commandments.  They take no heed to breaking marriage vows. They kill each other, yes, even killing tiny babies inside of the Mother's womb and discarding the child as plain garbage. They talk of loving God freely with their mouths, but their hearts are far from me. Why, if I (God) came to their door, they would never even know me. They would probably shoo me away.” His eyes grow misty at this thought, 


"How? How on earth, Abraham, can someone made in the image of God himself become so wrong and so uncaring, never appreciating anything that I have ever done for them?  It seems like Satan and his angels have driven them to the vilest acts, things that he alone could think of to do. Just imagine - children killing children.”


Suddenly: "Oh look! Look! Look over there, inside the U.S. See, look Abraham! In the area they call New York." He gasps. "Oh look, Abraham, what the inhuman human beings are capable of doing to each other and to themselves."


The scene is watched from Heaven’s portals:


"The men in those airplanes, Abe! Oh my, those poor men have been convinced that they are actually doing something good. Oh no! Look at man's own creation - the big tall buildings that stood so grand. Look Abe, both are falling down as if they are mere anthills.   It reminds me of what happened recently in Rwanda and in the wars.


“Oh my, such death and destruction. Oh, when will my creation learn?  They live as if their lives are going to last forever, living in sin. Well, hear that? Listen to that! I can hear this already. They are saying, "Why on Earth did God let this happen?" 


God stops talking suddenly, holding a shushing finger to his lips. 


“Hear that?” He listens intently. He suddenly grows excited, "Abraham, hear that? I hear prayers from the people, coming to me," a pause as God listens with tears in his eyes. "Ha, Satan. You surely were not counting on this! Man is calling out to God for help once more. Their angels are there. His Saints are busy praying.  They know that I will offer help in any need they ever have.  


“Even their President is calling on me. Well, I am ready, should they want my advice.  Most of them ready now, and feel shame because they expelled me from their schools.  Little children cannot pray to me. They are trying to take away everything that I taught their forefathers.  There are so few to stand up against the many, holding the light for all to see.” Even their judges are corrupt.


God shakes his white head in amazement as he looks back at Earth. "Look how 

most of them, my poor created men, still act now. Oh Abraham, it is so sad. They love money, paper and ore.  Abraham, can you beat that? They love their money more than me!


“Why is money their god? If I were not patient, I would have already stopped this world of mine from turning. But you see, Abraham, I know what is to be, and it will be good. My Son is their Savior. He is the way back to me, and soon prepares to return to Earth.  This time as King of Kings and Lord of Lords.” God is thinking aloud now as he arises to go about His rule as Lord.  “Maybe, just maybe, Noah. Maybe, they will listen now. Man has his own choices to make, as you Abraham did so long ago.


“Tell me, Abraham and Noah. What do you think they will decide?”