Easter Vigil
The Creator of Everything was bored.
Let's just say.
So a new order was...in order. There had been other universes, places where trees grew into seeds and old people into babies. Been there, done that, the Creator thought. So a new concept came into being.
The Creator started small. Real small. Smaller than you know. Smaller than your cousin. Really small. Packed tight and powerful, this new world order waited for the word. And the word was:
"Bang."
And there was a great void, and then it wasn't so great. Matter invented itself, protons and electrons and quarks and parts of '65 Mustangs flew out at once, spreading the word. Part of it became Earth. Part of it became Alpha Centuri. Part of it became junk mail.
Part of it became me. By the way.
And the Creator looked at all this and found it good. Good was a new thing. Something else the Creator had just invented. The Creator was an inventing fool. "Good" had to do with symmetry of sorts. And so it goes.
Homo sapiens was part of the plan. It just took a while. That was OK with the Creator. The Creator had lots of time.
Time hadn't actually been invented yet. Actually. But you know.
So one-celled creatures turned into two-celled ones (there goes the neighborhood), and eventually the Creator got it together and there we were. We were a rough draft, an echo of grace, an experiment and an adventure and sort of a mess.
And the Creator looked at this new thing and saw that it was good. Or at least had potential. And, in perhaps a moment of weakness, the Creator said, "Thou shalt have free will," and then the whole thing just went to hell in a handbasket.
So to speak.
Homo sapiens liked free will. Liked it a lot. Relished in it, cherished it, abused it. And the Creator, who had just recently created improvisation, watched and wept. Temptation was a new thing. Lust. Greed. Anger. Sometimes you don't know what's going to happen.
You make the bed you lie in, the Creator thought, so the first became ancestors of the rest. They discovered Sin, the perfect asymmetry, and there was grief and pain and nostalgia, all things we wish now they'd just gotten OVER, but there you go.
The Creator sympathized. The Creator, in fact, tried to help. There were floods, and signs, and prophecies and prophets. Tough cookies. We were stubborn.
So the Creator decided to be proactive. "Just let me get my coat."
This is the way I see it. I'm just saying.
And the Word became flesh, and walked among us. And we have seen his glory.
And so it goes.
The Creator of Everything pretty much thought that was enough. You do what you can and hope for the best.
But things happened, free will being free and all that. We got a glimpse of suffering and of Godliness. We felt his pain.
We felt his pain.
And he felt ours.
And things changed.
Life still sucks. There is still pain, and suffering, and loneliness and misery and poverty and abuse and torture and war and stupid men who get to be president.
There is global warming. You think it's a joke, but it's really not.
But the women are walking up the hill. They are prepared to do woman things. They have seen their share of death. It's no big deal. They will go to the tomb and tend the body, because we all have bodies and will all have tombs, eventually. They go because they are called, and because that's their job, and because someone has to.
The Creator of Everything has just invented humor. It's asymmetric but still fun. A twist on life and an excuse to laugh. Or something.
They will anoint and pray and cover the wounds, and suffer.
Surprise.
8:50:41 PM 
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