Ok, now picture the scene, though,
Adam is standing there.
God begins presenting candidates.
“Lion?”
“No.”
“Horse?”
“No.”
“Giraffe?”
“Still no.”
“Otter?”
“…Cute, but no.”
“Right. Give Me a minute.”
Apparently the first version of humanity’s matchmaking system was:
Meetic: Eden Edition™
No profiles.
No photographs.
No compatibility questionnaire.
Just God repeatedly handing Adam wildlife until something works.
Swipe left on the ox.
Swipe left on the camel.
Swipe left on the hippopotamus.
Eventually God looks at the catastrophic engagement statistics, shuts down the beta version of Divine Dating™, puts Adam under anesthesia, and launches the premium service: Eve.
But this is nothing, remember that, as noticed, He also walks around gardens in the cool of the day (Genesis 3:8).
Which is rather charming, although it does raise logistical questions once we discover that He also uses the entire Earth as a footstool (Isaiah 66:1).
Apparently God can both stroll casually through a garden and rest His feet on the whole planet.
Don’t ask for scale consistency, that way madness lies.
He has a face, a back, and Moses is allowed to see one but absolutely not the other (Exodus 33:20–23).
He has ears (Psalm 34:15).
He has everlasting arms (Deuteronomy 33:27).
He has hands large enough to measure the oceans in His palm (Isaiah 40:12).
So we are now dealing with a feathered, winged, fire-breathing dragon/humanoid of such extraordinary dimensions that the Pacific Ocean is basically a slightly inconvenient amount of moisture in His hand.
And yet those same hands also contain engraved names (Isaiah 49:16).
So yes: God has tattoos.
But it gets better.
Clouds are the dust of His feet (Nahum 1:3).
But clouds are also apparently His chariot (Psalm 104:3).
So the same material is simultaneously:
- dirt from His sandals,
- a vehicle,
- weather.
This is the sort of engineering only omnipotence can get away with. Sometimes, however, He doesn’t bother with the cloud-mobile and simply rides a cherub and flies (Psalm 18:10).
Which means God has wings…but occasionally rides another winged creature anyway. Perhaps divine wings are for short distances. For longer journeys, take the cherub, BUSINESS CLASS ONLY
His nostrils are so powerful that the blast from them piles up the waters of the sea (Exodus 15:8).
This means that a divine sneeze is not a minor respiratory event, it is a regional hydrological catastrophe.
I assume that somewhere in heaven there presumably exists a warning sign: PLEASE DO NOT GIVE THE LORD PEPPER NEAR COASTAL AREAS.