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plan that included restoring Earth, but what could it be, and why now?
Unless God intended to confine Satan in some way from being able to engage Earth, He would have to know history would quickly repeat itself, and Earth would again be reduced to shambles. Satan doesn't improve with experience. He can't be rehabilitated. If Satan could not rule Earth without destroying it the first time, the second time would only be worse.
The more I thought about it, the less logical it seemed.
The only possible explanation was the obvious one. God jumped the gun, simple as that. He got ahead of Himself.
In His desire to see His favorite planet restored, He completely overlooked the fact that He had yet to deal definitively with Satan. So God went right on restoring as if everything were going to work out just fine.
Then God said, "Let the land produce vegetation: seed-bearing plants and trees on the land that bear fruit with seed in it." And, poof, just like that, it was there.
"That's a waste of time," said the demon with the best view. "What on Earth needs fruits and seeds?"
Good question. There was no living thing on Earth now, except for the plants that just popped into existence a few minutes ago.
Satan stood up and walked in silence to the edge of second heaven. Saying not a word, he stood there, staring at what was happening, as if anticipating something. But what? He knew God better than any of us. If anyone could make a good guess at what God might do, it would be Satan. We watched him carefully to see if his countenance betrayed his thoughts.
"Is he trembling?" someone whispered.
"Shut up," another hissed, slapping at the stupid one who dared say such a thing where Satan might overhear it.
I dared not look at him directly, but curiosity got the better of me, and I had to chance a peek. I swear it was true. No doubt about it, he was trembling—not like I would be doing, of course. He did not convulse or hyper-ventilate, but there was definitely a quiver there. Satan afraid? But of what? What could be scarier than him? It couldn't be fear of God. God had sent no signals that He might be thinking about doing something to Satan at this point. The former prince of angels was almost pitiful as he shuddered and stood silently by, unable to prevent what he saw happening on Earth.
It was after God set the sun and moon in place and set the celestial clock for the passing of seasons that we finally realized He was indeed up to something. He was about to create some sort of life on Earth. Of course, that was the purpose of the vegetation.
I didn't know what God had in mind, but whatever life He intended to make had better be a superior model to Satan. Otherwise, Satan would have it for lunch before the first season was over. All of us were thinking the same thing. We watched with curiosity as He filled the seas, the skies, and the garden with living things. It was lovely and all that but, so far, it was nothing Satan would care anything about.
Perhaps if I had paid more attention to God's words rather than being so caught up in watching Satan quake, I might have figured out what was about to take place. I should have remembered that every word God speaks means something. Each of His words "cause"
and then there is an "effect." No exceptions. I had missed the importance of the small words because I had long forgotten how to listen to God's voice. The little words, had I been paying attention, contained the key that could have explained everything and at least given us a warning. I should have known better, but I had not practiced my listening skills since I was thrown out of paradise with the real rebels. A person gets rusty.
You can only understand what a paradigm-shifting big deal was about to occur if you first understand the concept of eternity.
Eternity "is." Everything in eternity is "now." There is no progression of chronological or linear time as humans understand it to be. And so, when God labeled His work as the
Unless God intended to confine Satan in some way from being able to engage Earth, He would have to know history would quickly repeat itself, and Earth would again be reduced to shambles. Satan doesn't improve with experience. He can't be rehabilitated. If Satan could not rule Earth without destroying it the first time, the second time would only be worse.
The more I thought about it, the less logical it seemed.
The only possible explanation was the obvious one. God jumped the gun, simple as that. He got ahead of Himself.
In His desire to see His favorite planet restored, He completely overlooked the fact that He had yet to deal definitively with Satan. So God went right on restoring as if everything were going to work out just fine.
Then God said, "Let the land produce vegetation: seed-bearing plants and trees on the land that bear fruit with seed in it." And, poof, just like that, it was there.
"That's a waste of time," said the demon with the best view. "What on Earth needs fruits and seeds?"
Good question. There was no living thing on Earth now, except for the plants that just popped into existence a few minutes ago.
Satan stood up and walked in silence to the edge of second heaven. Saying not a word, he stood there, staring at what was happening, as if anticipating something. But what? He knew God better than any of us. If anyone could make a good guess at what God might do, it would be Satan. We watched him carefully to see if his countenance betrayed his thoughts.
"Is he trembling?" someone whispered.
"Shut up," another hissed, slapping at the stupid one who dared say such a thing where Satan might overhear it.
I dared not look at him directly, but curiosity got the better of me, and I had to chance a peek. I swear it was true. No doubt about it, he was trembling—not like I would be doing, of course. He did not convulse or hyper-ventilate, but there was definitely a quiver there. Satan afraid? But of what? What could be scarier than him? It couldn't be fear of God. God had sent no signals that He might be thinking about doing something to Satan at this point. The former prince of angels was almost pitiful as he shuddered and stood silently by, unable to prevent what he saw happening on Earth.
It was after God set the sun and moon in place and set the celestial clock for the passing of seasons that we finally realized He was indeed up to something. He was about to create some sort of life on Earth. Of course, that was the purpose of the vegetation.
I didn't know what God had in mind, but whatever life He intended to make had better be a superior model to Satan. Otherwise, Satan would have it for lunch before the first season was over. All of us were thinking the same thing. We watched with curiosity as He filled the seas, the skies, and the garden with living things. It was lovely and all that but, so far, it was nothing Satan would care anything about.
Perhaps if I had paid more attention to God's words rather than being so caught up in watching Satan quake, I might have figured out what was about to take place. I should have remembered that every word God speaks means something. Each of His words "cause"
and then there is an "effect." No exceptions. I had missed the importance of the small words because I had long forgotten how to listen to God's voice. The little words, had I been paying attention, contained the key that could have explained everything and at least given us a warning. I should have known better, but I had not practiced my listening skills since I was thrown out of paradise with the real rebels. A person gets rusty.
You can only understand what a paradigm-shifting big deal was about to occur if you first understand the concept of eternity.
Eternity "is." Everything in eternity is "now." There is no progression of chronological or linear time as humans understand it to be. And so, when God labeled His work as the
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