5- Likketysplit

Part 5 in the Series God-the Love Story Autumn

I felt very different as I descended the boulder, almost looking forward to the challenge of the pebbles. The spirit of Noah was with me, I could tell. When my left foot landed back on the pebble path I looked up to the heavens to tell God for the millionth time how much I love Him.

So enrapt was I, trying to think of new expressions of worship that I was about an hundred yards away from the boulder before I realized that I had been walking on the pebbles again.

That’s when I knew it was time to think about the commands. I remembered my own father often asked, ‘How can you say you love me when you don’t obey me?’ I used to think he said that just to coerce me into doing what he wanted me to do, things I hated such as eating dandelion greens with lemon or hugging my mean sister. I didn’t understand love then as I do now.

I now know that the commands, I mean obeying them aren’t meant to cause me displeasure or even discomfort; they are meant to destroy me.

God taught me that true loves involves a little murder and a little suicide. It is cooperative annihilation, like dying on a cross that someone else nailed you too, but you let him. Anything less than true love is only passion, or fantasy, or infatuation: all that dissolvable stuff, all that mortal stuff.

I want God to know that I truly love Him and want to be immortal like Him so while walking to Christmas I tried to think about the commands that I rather want to ignore.

I admit that from time to time my feet hurt, even to the point that my knees would buckle. But instead of giving in to the pain this time, I used it as a signal to tell God another reason He was awesome.

My big problem wasn’t sore feet anymore; it was that I didn’t remember all the commands. I needed fairy-help (again.) “Uh, Tinkerbelle are you here?” Poof, she and her two sisters appeared instantly.

“Yes dearie, we are here. What do you need?”

“Do you know the commands?”

“We know someone who does!” the littlest fairy said with mischief in her voice.

Suddenly I saw a most interesting sight. Tinkerbelle reached behind her wing and pulled out a tiny little whistle which she proceeded to blow as hard a she could, only I heard no sound at all. Yet, a small man, maybe he was a leprechaun, materialized in front of my eyes. He was dressed like Napoleon or Captain Blye, I’m not quite sure which, but he looked very much like a tiny commander. I tried hard not laugh at him. He was so cute! He had fine wavy brown hair that peaked out from under his commander’s hat. He was very solid, surprisingly solid since he had just materialized, but he was not fat or thin, although who could tell with all those pleats in his costume.

“Dearie” exclaimed proud Tinkerbelle, “I want you to meet the commander. He will walk with you for a while and teach you the commandments. Whatever you do, don’t argue with him!”

I have no idea what made her think I would argue with him, but instead of attempting to correct my reputation, I simply replied that I would never think of arguing with such person. Before I could finish Tinkerbelle and her two sisters flew away leaving me with this strange little commander.