"And on the seventh day God ended his work which he had made; and he rested on the seventh day from all his work which he had made." The lecturer quoted, barely glancing at the thick black Bible. "And God blessed the seventh day, and sanctified it: because that in it he had rested from all his work which God created and made."
His students were still alert and awake – they had barely passed Genesis 1 after all. "Obviously, 'rested' here does not mean God was literally tired, for God does not tire. It merely meant he was finished, done, with his work of creating Heaven and Earth, and could now take a moment to consider it – the Hebrew word sh‚bath..."
Unfortunately, the lecturer did not have time to finish. The earthquake swept across the campus, uprooting trees and collapsing some of the smaller buildings outright.
The cracks in the ground grew ever larger, cutting the Holmes Memorial Building in half, before the shocked eyes of the students. And from the cracks streamed light, bright without being blinding, and from the light streamed winged forms, and from the winged forms streamed music and song. Everything shook and fell, and the lecturer and his students were all crushed under the debris, even as Angels – ethereal and not of this world – passed through the brick and concrete, singing their songs of praise.
And the world sighed, and yawned, and God woke up. And thus ended the seventh day.