A decade or so ago, “Habitrails” were popular toys. They provided living space for hamsters and other small rodents. A wide variety of snap-on plastic tubes, elbows, and additional nesting boxes could be purchased. Some boxes had wheels in them. The rodents would run and run until they got tired. Then, they would drink, eat, or sleep.
Some children had Habitrail tubes running all over their rooms. Rodents moved through them from one place to another.
As children got older, they went on to other things. The rodents died. Habitrails were taken apart and put, or thrown, away.
The rodents never knew, never even had a clue, that they were living in a totally man-made environment. Not one hamster was ever inspired to provide any writings: “In the beginning was the Habitrail . . . .”
Rodents in the Habitrail had no idea about the origin of their surroundings. “What!”, we cannot imagine a hamster saying, “These Habitrail components, the very structure of our world, were injection molded out of polycarbonate in suburban Topeka after having been invented by Richard Habitrail, a farmer in Witchita?”
The parents and children who bought and assembled the hamsters’ worlds were, maybe, a million times smarter than those hamsters. God, The Loving Programmer of the vast Creation Program in which we live is, similarly, orders of magnitude smarter than we.
He, Who programs in energies and particles compiled into systems and beings, wrote and downloaded what we may see as a Giant Habitrail stretching across what He’s made to look very much like endless galaxies. He gave us operating instructions that explain how He wants us, His beloved free-will programs to behave during our days in the Giant Habitrail.
If we operate according to His instructions, loving Him and our neighbors, our immortal souls will leave the Giant Habitrail and go to Heaven forever. If we don’t, we go somewhere else. Maybe, to a dirty, old Habitrail full of snakes and spiders and sick-making germs.
