What was it really like? Sometimes a story in the Bible comes alive to me and I have to write about it. Here is one such story: Cain’s murder of Abel.
Cain stopped when he saw the fire burning by Abel; he knew what it meant. They were alone in a grassy field at the top of a yet unnamed mountain.
“So you’ve done it.” Cain snarled.
Abel’s face turned dark, then he coughed “Yeah, it seemed like the right thing to do. Just a feeling, I guess.”
Cain stared unblinkingly at his smaller brother. “You should have waited. It’s not like someone told you to do it.”
“You’re right,” Abel said softly. “I don’t know. It felt like I had to do it by myself.” He looked down.
“Look, I am the older brother.” He said waving his hairy arms. You should have listened to me. We were gonna do it together. And now this.” He shook his fist. “Get away from me.”
“I understand” Abel answered with a nod. “Shall I camp over there?” he asked while gesturing toward a nearby foothill.
Cain didn’t respond. The air was deadly silent. He noticed the beads of sweat dripped down Abel’s cheeks.
After a few moments, he pointed at the smoky mess and said “No, just take what’s left off the stones, the fire’s out anyway.”
Abel picked up a nearby stick and moved closer to the smoldering fire. Cain circled behind his brother, a sharp stone in his right fist. Suddenly he lunged at Abel burying the jagged edge of the stone deep in his brother’s skull. “I hate you” he murmured. Abel fell to the ground and didn’t move.
Cain looked at the stock-still body. He had to hide it from dad and mom. He dragged the limp body to the nearby bush throwing it head first down into it. All he wanted now was to get away.
There was a rumbling sound from the sunny blue sky as he sprinted down the hill.