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That You May Live Again
by Josprel
Odom and Chevva were summoned before a large, flat stone
where they learned an appalling truth. With apprehension, Odom and Chevva approached the spot indicated by
Logos. Clad in the leaf aprons, they lifted their guilt-lowered eyes, and
were astounded by the scene before them. Trussed on a large,
flat-topped rock was a lamb - a pure-white yearling, - uttering no sound. The
couple never had seen any creature so handled. The animal was obviously
uncomfortable on its stone bed.
Logos stood at one side of the rock, facing them. The ethereal presence
of the Ruah occupied the other. Behind the stone was Jehovah, a long,
narrow, fine pointed, slate blade in His right hand. The sight of the
blade sent the unfamiliar sensation of cold shivers tingling along the
spines of the First Couple; something terrible was about to happen!
From the beginning, Odom and Chevva never doubted the love of The
Three. And, though they understood they were still loved, from the moment
they ate of the Forbidden Tree, an alien emotion dominated them. It was
internalized by horrible sensations of impending doom that discomfited
the fellowship they always had enjoyed with The Three. Somehow, a veil
seemed drawn between them and The Three, who now appeared inaccessible.
Turning towards the lamb, Jehovah pulled back its head with His left
hand. Still, the lamb continued its silence. Jehovah plunged the blade
into the stretched-out throat and, with a forcible backward tug on the
head, he made a deep, slashing cut that instantly severed the jugular.
The lamb convulsed, heaving against its trusses, its eyes rolled back
into their sockets. With a gurgle, tongue lolling from one side of its
wide-open mouth, the dying creature desperately - vainly - attempted to
draw air. From the wound, the pulsating heart pumped blood mingled with
red froth, spurting the gore to the cold, gray surface of the execution
stone.
Legs rendered incapable of supporting her petite frame, with a soft
moan, Chevva sank to the ground, her long, raven hair blanketing her
trembling form. Hands hiding her face, attempting to erase the horror, she
lay curled on her side, sobbing.
Odom also was profoundly moved by the spectacle. Wave after nauseous
wave of revulsion surged through his being, their sequences seeming to
correspond to the pulsating, red fountain issuing from the lamb. He
quaked uncontrollably; only by clinging to a nearby tree did he prevent
himself from joining Chevva on the ground. Face ashen, stomach in revolt,
he clung to his support desperately, eyes riveted on the lamb.
Finally, with a last convulsion, the creature lay still in the widening
pool of its blood. Reflecting a deep crimson against the gray of the
stone, the gore crept over the edge, widening into multiple streams that,
descending the sides, flowed down to soak the ground.
Anguished gaze still transfixed by the sight, Odom's mind struggled to
comprehend the horror. What happened to the lamb? A strange, profoundly
uncomfortable sensation rose from the deepest well of his being;
desiring to flee, he couldn't move.
Finally, with a great effort, Odom managed to tear his gaze from the
lamb and set it on The Three. He sensed an ambiance of such profound
compassion that, with remorseful tears, he joined Chevva on the ground.
Penetrating through his mournful sobs, Logos said, "Do you see, Odom? Do
you see, Chevva? This is death!"
Jehovah again raised his right arm, forefinger extended heavenward.
Slowly, he lowered it in an unbending arc, indicating the lamb. Descending
the sky, a brilliant flame struck the carcass, entirely consuming it.
Two more lambs suffered execution, but were not burned. Then Jehovah
spoke, sorrow freighting his voice, "Your transgression has caused this.
You have broken the commandment, and now you have learned what death
is. As are these lambs, so should you be; they died because of your
transgression.
"You have seen these creatures severed from the source of their lives.
Thus has your disobedience severed you from the source of your lives -
your communion with The Three. You have died, and through you, your
race also has died. Though you still exist, you are dead, but you may live
again.
"To live again, your race must observe this Memorial throughout all
their generations, until he who has done no transgression comes. He is
perfect in his obedience. He is my lamb who shall offer himself for you.
With his blood, he shall purge your transgressions that you may live
again. Those of your race who receive him also shall live again.
"The blood of these innocent Memorial lambs hides your guilt from my
sight, but only until my lamb is sacrificed. His blood shall thoroughly
purge those who receive him from their transgressions. Until he comes,
you must do as you have seen me do, and your seed after you also must do
so, that you may live again."
When Jehovah finished speaking, he began skinning the remaining
carcasses. When the grisly task was completed, he summoned the couple and held
out the fleeces still stained with blood. Cringing back, Odom and
Chevva refused to accept them.
"Take them! Wash them in the stream! The red stains are from the blood.
Cleanse the fleeces thoroughly and return to me. Don't dawdle. Work
quickly and hurry back."
The First Couple backed away, but no reprieve came from The Three.
Gingerly holding their malodorous burdens at arm's length, they headed for
the nearby stream.
"Man has become as one of us, knowing good and evil. He must not
partake of the Tree of Life and live forever in his transgression," Jehovah
said.
Yes, Odom and Chevva must leave the Garden Reserve," agreed Logos, "but
they shall attempt to return."
The Ruah said, "I have summoned one of the Shining Ones for that
reason. Odom and Chevva indeed will seek to return to the Garden Reserve, but
the Shining One shall prevent it. The time will come when Odom's race
shall partake of the Tree of Life, but not now."
The First Couple returned from their chore and handed the skins to
Jehovah. After inspecting them, with infinite precision, he tailored one
into a garment obviously intended for Odom. He finished it, laid it aside
and fashioned another in Chevva's size. Logos then presented Jehovah's
handiwork to The First Couple.
"Remove your aprons of leaves; wear these."
Odom grimaced, but dared offer no protest. Chevva, remembering the
recent bloody condition of the skins, balked.
"Please let me keep the one I have."
"You must wear the coat Jehovah provides; your covering is inadequate.
It soon will wear out. The Three disapprove of it. Remove your apron of
leaves and put on the coat Jehovah prepared."
"Yes, you must wear the coat," The Ruah said.
Reluctantly, Chevva joined Odom behind a clump of trees. Both returned
in obvious discomfort.
"Please, Logos, this coat is so uncomfortable; it's very stiff. Let me
wear the apron," Odom begged.
Chevva nodded. "Yes; please let me wear my apron, too. This coat
scratches my skin and it smells awful. "
Jehovah shook his head.
"You will grow accustomed to them. The smell will wear off."
"But why do we need these in The Garden?" Odom inquired.
Jehovah said, in a tone tinged with sorrow, "You shall no longer be in
The Garden. You must depart now; you cannot remain here."
Chevva took on a look of stunned disbelief; Odom groped for words.
"B...B...But, th...th...th... this...!"
"You must leave The Garden Reserve," interrupted Logos, "You believed
the lies of Lucifin the Deceiver, and disobeyed the commandment of The
Three. You no longer can remain here."
The First Couple turned to flee, but The Ruah captured them. "You
cannot
remain here. Your disobedience has disinherited you, but someday The
Promised One shall come. He shall regain your inheritance for you. Come,
you must leave."
Logos carried Chevva bodily, as she kicked, screamed and pounded his
back with her fists. Odom also resisted vehemently, but was pushed along
between Jehovah and The Ruah. With resolute firmness, The Three
delivered them at the gate. Waiting there was one of the Shining Ones who,
previously had been with The Three on their frequent visits to The Garden.
Now, however, he held a long, flaming device, the likes of which Odom
and Cheeva had never before seen. After The Three deposited them outside
The Garden Reserve, the Shining One positioned himself before the gate,
his flaming instrument oscillating in all directions to prevent their
re-entry.
The Three vanished, leaving the pair standing before a thick,
thorn-vine wall that separated The Garden Reserve from its surroundings. This
was the first time the First Couple had been outside The Garden Reserve.
Screaming with terror, Cheeva darted toward the Shinning One, bent on
running past him into the still open gate. The Shining One aimed his
instrument at her and a small bolt of light jetted from it. It struck
Cheeva on one of her legs, sending her sprawling to the ground. She made
another attempt, with the same result, then crawled on her hands and
knees to join Odom.
Trying to control his own panic, Odom sat cross-legged under one of the
numerous clusters of trees that receded from the surrounding forest. He
felt abandoned, forsaken and vulnerable.
"We can never get past him, Cheeva. It makes no sense to try again. Lie
down and get some rest, for we must leave this place soon."
Chevva placed her face on her arms and cried herself into an exhausted
sleep.
Through his daze, Odom noticed that, beginning at the gate, the barrier
stretched as far as he could see in both directions. Composed of
thickly woven thorn-vines, its height did not appear insurmountable. He
thought of going further down its vast length, away from The Shining One,
hoping he and Chevva could climb over it. Then a strange phenomenon
caught his attention - a glow that covered the entire surface of the
barrier. Pulsating from dim blue, it increased to intense red, and then
diminished to blue again. In continuous sequences it pulsed until, from one
of the trees, a small monkey - one of a troop of monkeys attracted by
the recent strange events - attempted a leap to the barricade. When its
reaching fingers entered the mysterious luminescence, the glow
intensified to a brilliant white. At the contact point, a splashing
explosion of multi-colored flashes repulsed the unfortunate creature,
hurling it backward to the ground. In screeching terror, its fellow
troop members swung a disordered retreat into the forest, abandoning their
stricken companion to its fate.
Odom, all thoughts of scaling the wall seared into oblivion, sat
staring at the limp creature. At first he thought that, like the lambs, the
monkey had suffered death. But then the creature began to move its head
from side to side, slowly at first, then more rapidly, as though
attempting to clear its senses. Regaining its feet with a stagger, it stood
dazedly, arms hanging limply, head rhythmically nodding on its chest.
Finally, hands dragging the ground, it weakly limped into the forest,
disappearing from view. And, with it, went Odom's hope of regaining his
former paradise.
The sun was arcing into evening before the man rose from his resting
place under the trees. Softly, he shook his mate awake. The woman,
stupefied by the day's events, appeared muddled and hopelessly exhausted.
Even the incident of the monkey had not wakened her. Kneeling, the man
helped her to a sitting position. With a delicate embrace, he lifted her
to her feet.
"Come, Chevva, we must find shelter; darkness is falling."
Slowly, clinging to each other for support, the dejected, desolate pair
departed the vicinity of The Garden Reserve to locate shelter. Reaching
the forest's rim, they stopped and, before entering the foreboding
dimness, both turned to gaze again at the impenetrable barrier that,
glowing eerily in the shadowing dusk, separated them from the joys they had
known. Reluctantly, they turned and entered the obscurity, yearning for
that New Day, when The Promised One - Jehovah's Lamb - would be
offered, that we may live again.
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© Josprel (Joseph Perrello)
josprel@verizon.net
About the Author:
Josprel is an ordained minister, who resides with his
wife, Maria, in Western New York, just across the Niagara River from
Southern Canada. Both Niagara Falls, New York and Niagara Falls, Ontario,
Canada are shorts drives from their home. Though brought by devout
parents, Josprel abandoned both the Church and religion at an early age, not
returning to them until several years later. He served three years in
the Far East with the U.S. Air Force. He then was separated from active
duty and placed on a ten-year reserve status. He studied for the
ministry under the G.I. Bill of Rights, and holds a master of theology
degree. He currently is authoring two novels, "Beloved Apostate" and
"Kanfal."
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