‘Oh look’, squeal the children, ‘It is the earth.’
‘Creation has begun’, smiles Jesus. ‘Now watch as the waters divide, leaving dry land.’
‘It is amazing.’
‘Oooooh’, exclaim the children.
‘Where did all the water go?’ asks Kevin.
Jesus explains. ‘It filled the lakes and rivers for drinking water. Some of it went underground.’
Kevin is curious, ‘Why did it go underground?’
‘During the night, a mist comes up from the underground lakes and rivers to water the earth.’
‘Oh’, enquires Jeanette, ‘didn’t rain water the earth?’
‘No dear----’
Kevin interrupts, ‘But Jesus, didn’t the earth once get flooded?’
‘You are right son. It did not rain until Noah’s day, then the whole earth was flooded.’
Kevin has more questions, ‘Where did the rain come from then?’
‘Look at the earth again’, invites Jesus. ‘Can you see water above the sky?’
‘Oh yes’, observes Summer. ‘Why is that?’
‘The water kept the earth cool during the day and warm at night. It was like what you call a terrarium, or hot house. Everything grows fast and luxurious in that type of climate.’
The children want to know if the water is still up there.
‘No’, explains Jesus, ‘about 1500 years later it fell on the earth, and flooded it. But there is still some water up there. Look again at the earth’.
Grass is beginning to grow on the land, and trees shoot out of the ground. ‘Ooooh, this is wonderful’, exclaim the children. ‘The trees are growing so fast.’
How beautiful the earth looks with its living green carpet and majestic trees, many with delicious fruit. Blue lakes dot the landscape, and rivers flow softly around the gentle hills.
‘Now watch the rivers and lakes children.’
‘Oh’, shouts Kevin, ‘there are fish everywhere. Look at them swimming in the water.’ .
The boy’s face beams with excitement.
Suddenly birds appear. They fill the sky with a mass of wings and colour.
‘Look at those big birds’, laughs Summer as she watches them rise high in the sky.
‘They are now floating in the air. Look, they aren’t flapping their wings. How do they do that?’
‘It’s called riding the thermals’, replies Jesus. ‘They rest on a current of air.’
Jeannette loves the brightly coloured birds. ‘Oh, so many colours.’
Birds are everywhere, in trees, on the ground, in the air, all twittering, chirping, whistling or screeching.
Kevin puts his hands over his ears. ‘It is so noisy’, he complains.
‘The birds are singing Kevin’, laughs Summer.
Jeannette is full of praise for the Creator. ‘Jesus, I am glad you created the birds. They are so beautiful.’