Foundling

A child of no nation befriends the Creator of the universe.

One

Once there lived a boy. The boy was good, and God dwelt within him, having rescued him from certain death at the hands of an evil Pharaoh, granting his mother the wisdom to conceal him in a wicker basket, hidden from the cruel king’s minions in the thick bulrushes by the banks of the Nile. Discovered by the Pharoh’s daughter, the baby was raised as both an Egyptian and a member of the royal family, though in truth he was an Israelite of lowly status. In this way, God used the waters of the river that was to drown the boy to not only save his life, but also elevate his station.

As the boy grew, the two spoke long and often, in half-remembered dreams and the mystic music of the river. It was a conversation carried on at depths beyond the realm of waking consciousness, and so the boy heard only his side of the dialogue, but this did not dissuade him from speaking to his Heavenly Father. In fact, he found the silence comfortable; he was not given to talking around company, and so relish…