So, I sat down at my keyboard, but hesitated, “Ron, this is way too ambitious for you, a confirmed but quiet and reserved Christian. You don’t stand up and preach, make a spectacle of your beliefs or force yourself on anybody.” But, I ignored myself and did something I’d wanted to do for a long time, and I began.

This short story has been written over and over for the last three years. It’s been twice as long, half as long, and now, has settled here. I hope everyone remembers this is a fictional interpretation, yet I hope it accomplishes what I intended, the same story from a different point of view!

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At the moment of everything, I was the one. I grew to be so much more. It was expected the mountain below would remain the symbol of a god’s power over man longer. It was believed the thunder and lightning would continue to command the fear and respect of the humans and distract them from themselves. This fear would maintain peace and harmony. I watched the mountain crumble, as the fear disappeared and the people learned there was nothing to be afraid of.

The sight of the white beard and bowed shoulders of the last surviving mountain god to walk the high sanctuary’s crumbling temples, wells up sorrow from deep within me. These earthly icons served me well. It is the end of their time. It is the end of a time.

Below the clouds of the mountain, after eons of subordination to those earthbound Gods, some humans have decided to abandon the tradition of their Thunder God’s guidance and leadership. At some moment, some humans rallied, “The Gods of the mountain tops have seen their day!”

They believe ‘today’ belongs to the leadership, ingenuity, and creativity of man alone.

I am watching the emerging man gods tear one another apart, country by country, city by city, war after war. It seems as if they are going to run out of people before they figure out that they’ve lost their way.

Much time has passed since the beginning of it all. I alone, watch. I do have compassion, but all I can do right now is watch. I have to wait until they are ready for me. They must learn, so they are able go on. It’s the only way they will know.

Now, the new, insecure leaders are refuting my existence to strengthen themselves.

They say, “Where is he, do you see him, touch him, and does he speak to you as I do?”

It is the beginning of their end. It won’t be long; I do not want it to last a long time.

I need to let them know I am here, another chance to see that I am the Creator and Father of all.

I shall create a child as a sign of the new beginning.

He shall be my son but also of the people. They will be able to see him, watch him grow, hear him, touch him.

He will touch them, tell them, and then show them the way. Some will follow, and some will not.

Really………. It has always been up to them!