The Weeping Creator

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Religion and Spirituality  |  House: Booksie Classic
This short story is from what I think of how abortion looks in the eyes of God.

Submitted: April 17, 2010

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The Creator was joyous. He was always this way when he was created another mortal. Through the many years (which is a measurement us angels do not measure by) two of many things made Him this happy. Man coming to Him and trusting in Him, and the making of man. He smiled as he created the being in the womb of a mortal woman. He made the details of the little one with such perfection, that no human artist or sculptor could imitate. "Jehovah?" I said. I always wanted to be near him when he did his work. He showed Himself to be and master of art, especially of this kind. He looked at me with sparkling eyes. "Isn't he wonderful Gabriel?" I looked at his creation. It was indeed wonderful. The creation was a gift from Him to another created being. The woman didn't even know that she had this little one in her womb, but oh, what a wonderful and joyous event it would be for the husband and wife.

The Maker looked at the infant that he had crafted with his hands. "He would have had blue eyes, red hair, and a wonderful smile." I was puzzled by what Jehovah had just said. "Master, what do you mean by saying that?" His countenance then changed. From the smiling Creator, he had turned very solemn. His eyes lost the sparkling joy that had been in them. "Look for yourself Gabriel" He said. I looked at where he had been creating the being a few moments before, but, it was gone. I looked at The Almighty One and saw that he was looking down. I followed his gaze. He was looking down on the earth. I was eventually able to see a small building. It looked to be a clinic of some sort. I then was able to see through the walls of the structure in and beheld a small, white room. I noticed several pieces of machinery and surgeons tools. My focus then settled on and gurney in the middle of the sterile room and saw a woman lying on top of it. She had a mask over her face and appeared to be sleeping. A doctor and two nurses were around the bed, all in protective clothing. "Master, I..." I started to say with excitement, but the Great One interrupted. "No Gabriel, they are not delivering my gift. Just watch." I did watch.

The doctor picked up one of his sterile tools and started to open the woman. The Master then began to shake with, what I first thought was with excitement, but then I noticed it was rage. His face was contorted into a look of fury. I quickly looked back at the operation. The doctor continued his work, sometimes giving orders, and sometimes giving none. The Master then spoke, but not to me. "Thou shall not kill, son of earth. Thou shall not kill." The man paused. He seemed to struggle for a few seconds and then continued. Finally he stopped. Picking out several other tool, he finally removed something from the woman’s stomach; the infant. Then Maker spoke again, but with anguish and pain in His voice. "No....no.....NO!" His voice shook the heavens and sent a chill through me. The surgeon then started to dispose of the little one. Anger filled me, and I wished that the Almighty would slay the mortal and his cohorts were they stood. "No Gabriel," he said again. "Death will come soon for this man, but not yet....not yet." He then lowered His head and began to shake violently. I looked on at Him. He was quaking like the leaves that He had created, but this wasn't shaking out of fear or dread. The Master, Creator of Heaven and Earth, Maker of mortal and immortal, was crying. He raised His voice and cried. Tears streamed down his cheeks and he continued to weep.

I was moved, but could do nothing, except stare dumbly on as the doctor threw the baby into a wastebasket. "It has been this way for year’s now." the Master said. He had stopped his weeping and looked at me. "They have destroyed many things in their time. They have destroyed the little ones before they even had a chance to speak, to laugh, and to love. Oh, perverse and blinded generation, what you do not see what lies ahead for you."
 
 


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