With the wonky assistance of Artificial Intelligence, I wondered after the fashion of famous news broadcaster Paul Harvey, about God making a man. Here is what we came up with. :-)

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And on the sixth day, God looked down on His creation and said,

“Let there be someone with a soul and skin.

Someone who can feel dream with joy while suffering sorrow.

Someone to walk the earth—and work it—that they might come to know Me.”

So God made a man.

And woman too. With breath in their lungs, dirt on their hands, and eternity in their bones.

He said, “I need someone who can till the soil by day,

and wrestle with doubt by night.

Who can cradle a newborn with hands calloused from labor,

and still tremble with awe at a beautiful sunrise.”

So God made a man.

He wanted someone who could forgive seventy times seven,

even when the scars were still healing.

Someone who could laugh until they cry,

cry until they pray,

and pray while serving one another.

He needed someone stubborn enough to build a tower,

but humble enough to fall on their knees when it crumbles.

So God made a man.

Someone who would speak truth even when it costs,

who’d march into fire for someone they love,

and still wonder if they’re enough.

He wanted someone who could write psalms of praise,

sing hymns in the storm,

and whisper hallelujahs when the answer is no.

Someone to build community, break bread, hold hands, bury the dead,

and still believe in morning after midnight.

So God made man.

And woman.

With heart and flesh and soul and dust.

Not perfect. Not divine. But reaching.

Reaching for Heaven,

Yet sometimes falling.

He called them good.

He walked with them in the cool of the day.

He chose them to bear His image,

not in gold,

but in spirit, flesh and blood.