In Our Image

The Treehouse: Conversations About God

Cueva de las Manos, The Cave of the Hands, Argentine Patagonia

So, here we are, with light and the firmament dividing what’s above from what’s below, with the sun, moon, and stars and all the growing, leafy things and the feathered and furry and creeping things, and Elohim says, “Hey, I ain’t done just yet.” (Or maybe not exactly that, but, you know, something along those lines. Elohim wouldn’t have said, “Hold my beer, because there wasn’t anyone else to do that, unless…but now we’re getting into angelology, and that is way outside my wheelhouse.)