Chapter Seven

“If you do well, will you not be accepted?  And if you do not do well, sin is crouching at the door.  Its desire is for you, but you must rule over it.”  Genesis 4:7 ESV

Wisdom peeked over Eve’s shoulder.

She couldn’t keep the silly grin from spreading across her face as the tiny bundle squawked and squirmed in Eve’s arms.

Wisdom had watched the Lord construct each part—down to the tiniest detail—of the child over the course of nine months, while Eve rubbed her belly in astonishment as the mound grew. Now, in her excitement, Wisdom could barely keep her fingers off the newest little creature.

Adam and Eve held each other and gazed lovingly at the little man, enraptured.

“Cain.” Eve didn’t take her eyes off the little guy as she spoke to Adam. “His name is Cain.”

Wisdom smiled as Adam nodded absently and kept staring, like he had been for the past hour.

How she itched to hold the little bundle in her own arms!

“May I come in?”

Eve’s hand fluttered to her hair, and her gaze bounced around the messy tent. Adam jumped to his feet and bowed deeply.

“Of course, my Lord.”

Love raised His hands and stayed their frantic motions. Adam dropped back down beside his wife, peeking at the infant under the soft wool blanket. Eve had worked hard on making the blanket just so. The King caught Wisdom’s eye and winked.

A wide grin stretched Wisdom’s face, and her eyes sparkled, beyond excited over the new little one.

The Master returned his attention to Adam and Eve.

“Peace to you. I’ve come to see the wee one. May I?”

Eve proudly deposited the suddenly still bundle into the Creator’s outstretched arms.

Cain gazed into His face, content and curious.

They stared at each other, love pouring from the Maker, curiosity and a knowing from the little guy.

Love caught Wisdom’s eye.

With a little yelp, Wisdom flew to His side, wrapping her arms around both of them. She breathed deeply of the infant’s sweet scent, amazed at how delicious new life was.

The infant stared between the two of them, finally deciding the Master was more interesting.

“Oh! Isn’t he perfect? It was so hard to wait nine months to get to meet him, but it was worth it! Did you see his little toes? Ten of them—can you imagine?”

Wisdom puffed out her cheeks then blew kisses, capturing the child’s attention and making him gurgle and laugh.

Adam and Eve glanced at each other with delighted grins.

Wisdom stilled and looked at them.

“They still can’t see me, can they?”

“No, dear one, I am sorry.”

Wisdom stared down at the child, forehead creased, fighting disappointment.

His little face puckered.

“Oh! Oh!” She clucked and made soothing sounds, a soft brrr coming from her mouth as she rolled her tongue.

The baby hesitated, then looked back to the Creator. He squealed in delight and grabbed a fistful of shoulder-length hair. The Lord smiled, kissed him, and carefully laid him back in his parent’s arms. He rested His hand on the child’s forehead, and Cain instantly drifted off to sleep.

“Rest, Eve. You have done well.”

Eve nodded and snuggled her baby. Adam wrapped his arm around both of them as he lay down next to them.

Wisdom followed Love from the tent, her eyes soaking in the peacefully sleeping infant until the tent flap closed. She pointed Káel inside. He moved swiftly to obey.

“What happened?”

Wisdom gave Him a quizzical glance. She had a feeling He already knew.

She sighed then took a deep breath. The acrid stench of battle stung her nose, and her stomach clenched in remembrance.

“They came from nowhere. We were able to hold them back, but the woman kept letting Fear in. At one point, Adam did too, but he mainly fought with us.”

“Yes, I heard his prayers.”

“Also, I spoke to them the words you told me to say,”—she looked at him with questioning eyes—“they understood and followed my directions, but they didn’t know I was there. Why is that? They couldn’t hear me, yet they seemed to understand.”

“Remember what I told you? Your fellowship with them will not be the same, but you can whisper into their hearts, and they can choose whether to listen to you or not.”

Wisdom nodded, comprehension dawning. She was still learning so much about her new role.

Wisdom’s gaze traveled the scorched countryside Adam and Eve could not see with their physical eyes.

It had been a fierce battle. Wisdom wanted to ask the question beating within her heart, but said instead, “They wanted the child’s life.”

“I know, and, my love?”

Wisdom’s tear-filled eyes lifted to meet His.

“I was here the whole time.”

Wisdom nodded.

Of course. I should have known.

But at the woman’s first cry of pain, fallen angels rushed them from every side. Wisdom fought earnestly, but her heart cried out for her Lord’s deliverance. He had let them fight the battle alone. Or so she had thought. It wasn’t until the squirming infant rested in his mother’s arms that the dark beings retreated, and Wisdom could breathe once more.

“How are you doing?”

Wisdom sucked in a steadying breath, willing her voice not to tremble.

“I want Satan defeated once and for all, and I want the fighting to stop.” She rubbed her toe in the dirt. “And I miss my sister,” she added in a small voice.

Images of Folly burning assaulted her mind. Wisdom had not seen Folly in the skirmish; it both relieved and worried her.

He didn’t say anything, but she could feel His comfort seep into her. They both gazed over the torn landscape. The scorched view faded from sight, and lush greenery surrounded them once more.

“Can you see the future, Wisdom?”

Wisdom frowned and glanced at Him briefly. Didn’t He know? And what did that have to do with missing her sister?

“I can…see…where a person’s choice will lead them. I can see cause and effect in the universe, such as gravity. A planet’s velocity and orbit affect the rest of its solar system and the universe at large. I can see…I’m sorry, my Lord, I’m not sure what you mean.”

Wisdom felt His laughter before she saw it.

“Simple question. Can you see the future?”

The answer is never so simple, she thought.

He grinned at her.

“Well, um, no. No, I can’t.”

“I can.”

She nodded, feeling foolish even while a million questions crowded her tongue.

“Prudence…” She bit her cheek and looked at Him.

He nodded for her to continue.

“Prudence could. See the future, I mean. Glimpses of it, anyway. Not like You can, of course; but, well, I see what could happen. She saw what would happen, and it always amazed me. ‘Clear as gold,’ she would smugly say.”

Wisdom smiled at the far-away memory.

“And Discretion, well, she is always so calm, so trusting. Nothing phases her. Not even that time I put two galaxies in the same orbit, remember?”

“I do.” He seemed to be struggling with holding back laughter.

“I don’t even know how I made such a mistake. Stars were sliding together—anyway, she said You had it under control, and You did. And I learned so much. She knows You are good and that You will do what You say. Then there’s me.” She peeked up at Him. “Why did you make me Your master craftsman? Any of the artisan angels would have done, and they probably wouldn’t have made as many mistakes while they were first learning. Or even now.”

Wisdom’s fists clenched as she thought of Folly deceiving her.

“Oh, Wisdom.” He leaned over and gently kissed her forehead. “You will see, dearest one. For now, trust Me. And believe Me when I say, there is no one like you. You are completely irreplaceable to Me. I love you and made you exactly as you should be. Perfect, like Me.”

She squirmed, pleased yet uncomfortable. She didn’t see. She wanted to. Now.

Discretion would tell her to wait patiently—the Lord’s timing was perfect. Prudence would have flippantly told her exactly when she would find out, then waltz off to do whatever it was Prudence liked to do. Wisdom had never known how deeply Prudence struggled with jealousy once Lucifer started putting those thoughts in her head, or why. Prudence clearly had the more desirable gift.

Love dropped His arm around Wisdom’s shoulders.

“I will send Discretion to you. I think she’s just what you need right now.”

Wisdom smiled at Him.

You are all I need, my Love, but I would enjoy seeing her.”

A wry grin turned up Wisdom’s lips and she chuckled.

“Discretion flying here. Won’t she love that?”

The Master laughed and shook His head before vanishing. She wrapped her arms around herself and shivered. She could still feel Him, and it was wonderful.

She turned and made her way back to the tent.


“He did what?”

Tears pooled in Wisdom’s eyes as she hovered over the brothers, ignoring the other angels crowding around.

Cain scurried away, down the path to the vineyard. His parents’ sprawling, terra-cotta house rested in the distance, windows glistening—the peaceful home unsuspecting.

Wisdom followed him in shock, hands trembling and outstretched in silent supplication.

The Master appeared in the pathway before Cain.

Anger glittered on the Maker’s face.

Head down, Cain didn’t see Him.

The Creator’s eyes touched Wisdom’s for the briefest of seconds.

“I tried to stop him, but he wouldn’t listen!” she cried out.

Wringing her hands, Wisdom hovered above their heads—lost, unsure of what to do next.

Cain glanced up and froze—still as a deer before it takes flight.

“Where is your brother?”

The low voice rippled through the air like a thunderclap.

Cain opened and closed his mouth, panic tightening his features. Thrusting his chin out defiantly, he shrugged.

“How should I know? And I my brother’s keeper?”

The Lord took one step forward and came face-to-face with Cain. Cain shied away and trembled.

“What have you done? Your brother’s blood cries out to Me from the ground! How can you say you don’t know?”

Cain looked down, jaw clenched.

Wisdom’s heart pounded.

Come on, she silently coaxed. Tell him you are sorry—tell him you did wrong! He will forgive you. He will.

The King waited—just as He had done with Adam and Eve, Wisdom knew—for the faintest glimmer of repentance. Remorse. Of taking responsibility for his actions. But Cain defiantly met His gaze. Wisdom’s heart sank. He didn’t think his anger—his actions—was his fault. His responsibility. Just as the choice to eat the fruit had been someone else’s fault.

Wisdom stared back at Abel’s crumpled body, roughly shoved into a thick copse of low-hanging trees. Abel’s spirit stood sadly by, watching his brother talk with the Lord.

“Cursed are you, Cain! Cursed! You will wander this globe, never finding rest, never finding peace for what you have done. The earth will not yield one solitary green plant for you, and you will be a fugitive for the rest of your days. You will not see My face again on this Earth.”

Desperation shone through Cain’s eyes. He sank to his knees, clutching his head in his hands.

“It’s too much! If I am hidden from Your face, whoever finds me will kill me once they hear of my curse! I won’t be safe anywhere!”

The Lord reached out and pushed His thumb against Cain’s forehead, searing a thumbprint into the flesh. Cain winced but didn’t jerk away.

“Anyone who kills you will have seven times the curse I placed on you. Leave My Presence. Go. Now!”

Cain stumbled to his feet and fled, never looking back.

The Master looked to Wisdom, power and authority enveloping his anger, indignation, and grief.

“Escort Abel to My Heaven, and take him to the place I had you build for him. I will be along shortly.”

Wisdom felt sick. She thought it would be hundreds of years before Abel moved to Heaven.

Turning, the King strode to Adam and Eve’s luxurious dwelling. Wisdom could see Adam building another room while Eve sang and hung laundry to dry, both blissfully unaware. Wisdom turned her back. She had no desire to see their reaction to the Lord’s news.

She held out her hand to Abel, who took it wonderingly. He gazed into her face.

“You are so beautiful!” he blurted.

Wisdom smiled even as a slight blush swept her features.

“I think the same of you. Come.”

He kept staring at her.

“I remember you. But how can I? Have I seen you before?”

“I have been with you since your birth, dear one. You have listened to my voice, and heeded my words. I have enjoyed watching you grow so much.”

He stared at her in awe.

“Have I seen you before?” he asked again.

She shook her head, remembering the fellowship she once had with his parents.

“No. It was only important you see the Maker.”

He nodded. Tearing his gaze from her face, he stared after his brother.

“Will he be all right?”

“I hope so, dear one.”

He lifted pleading eyes to hers.

“Will I see him again?”

Wisdom paused, looking behind her at the Master.

“I don’t know,” she whispered, wishing she knew. A place was built for each of the many creatures now on earth. It was up to them to accept it.

Eve and Adam raced toward them, despair sapping their faces. Passing the unseen Wisdom and Abel, they bolted straight for the greenery that hid their son’s broken body. Adam cried out and hefted the corpse in his arms. Eve screamed and fell to her knees. Grasping her sloping collar, Eve tore the garment the Lord had given her long ago down the middle. She wailed and keened, throwing dirt over her hair and clothes.

Adam shouted until his voice gave out and only the echo remained.

Wisdom wrapped her arms around Abel as he stood next to her, weeping.

The Master walked up to them and gently wiped Abel’s tears from his cheeks.

“They may be mourning now, but there will be joy when they see you again, Abel. Count on it.”

Abel nodded, still staring at his parents.

Love nodded at Wisdom.

Tucking Abel against her side, she unfurled her wings and lifted into the air.

Abel clutched her as weightlessness greeted them.

She saw the Creator sink to the ground next to the distraught parents and wrap them in His arms before she looked up, eyes focused on Heaven.

Abel stared in awe all around him.

“So this is what it looks like up here.”

Wisdom smiled through her tears. If only he knew. There was more. So much more. It would take all of eternity to show him everything.

They broke through the clouds and Abel gasped, staring at the vibrant stars and the white-gold city coming into view. Rainbows glimmered down the iridescent towers rising far above the city gates.

“Wow, would you look at that.”


Wisdom and Folly: Sisters by Michele Israel Harper, Chapter Seven © 2014

Angel of Retribution by VictorAdameArt on deviantART.

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Scripture quotations are from The Holy Bible, English Standard Version (ESV), copyright © 2001 by Crossway.  Used by permission.  All rights reserved.

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  1. Love it! Can’t wait for the next chapter!

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