He Is The Earth and I the Spark

In a spiritual realm, a cosmic University, run by the gods, old old beings who instruct a class on our solar system.
There is a model of the planets similar to the models we're familiar with from grade school.
Each planet is a rubber ball, suspended in space and moving in orbit.
The peculiar thing about this model is that it is weightless. I lead the class in flying from one planet to the next, a difficult task since the model is roughly a kilometer wide.

We begin with the first planet: oddly, there's no sun. Little mercury flies in its hard red rubber almost too fast to see. I put my hands near its path and feel its heat.
I find venus but tell the others not to touch her; she's mostly made of gas... but isn't it lovely?
We skip earth because i want to take a closer look later, to try and find all of the continents.
The earth model is too large to be of scale, but it's very realistic; blues and greens and moving clouds.
Mars is dusty and sterile jupiter, in his majestic transparency made me want to fall through him. someone holds me back. I lose the others at saturn, turning about and swimming through the planets to see what i can see.
'This Universe school is fantastic... they even make models of the moons of each planet! there are moons of our moon!'
I look for earth and it's not there anymore.. outside the gravity-free rink i go, past pluto. Here lies the earth; resting, out of motion and orbit. A closer look reveals that the earth and all its colors are made of man sleeping, curled up tight into a ball. A cat sleeps beside him. The man is wearing clouds and mountains.
I crouch down to discover that his face is my lover's face.
I kiss his arm to wake him and he unfolds before me, waking up as in a normal morning, smiling and surprised to find me there.

We break out of the planetarium to go play with the cat, who morphs into a dog of some sort.
The field we've found is narrow and surrounded by ancient buildings. There are old old men repairing the ruins, some in long white biblical tunics, others in modern construction gear. There are plenty of others playful dogs and people out, throwing frisbees and whatnot.
'i'll be right back' i tell the dog and my lover ' i have to get him a toy'. I return with a rubber gun in a holster.
'Wow, you made that?' says he.
'Yeah, i don't think it really fires, though.'
I take the gun from the holster and find that although it is rather rubbery, it has moving mechanical parts. I cock the gun and shoot it safely into the air.. hope i don't hit any planets.
A golden spark from the barrel looks like toy gun sparks, but larger.
At first it seems that nothing was really shot: then, in a flash, a giant white dove comes zooming towards us from the direction the gun was fired.
The dove's wings are engulfed in flame, but they are still flapping.
Oh no, i think, i've killed something... this is so spiritually incorrect, what's more, the dove is the sign of peace! Certainly they'll kick me out of Universe school and worse.

I run around wildly trying to follow its path. It continues flying till it's completely burned black. Then the dove drops somewhere i can't get to.
One of the ancient stone workers turns to me and speaks in a language that i've never heard. His tone is ministerial, spell-binding and calm.
I understand intuitively that what i've done has set off a chain of events that is not bad at all. Something had to die; it was inevitable.
At the other end of the park, people have gathered in celebration. Out of the ash and bones and feathers, a girl was found.
The girl is the Messiah.
The ancient comes to me again and leads me to her, thanking me for giving birth to the little girl Jesus.