Today (not for the first time) I imagined what it was like, to hear the first words ever said to them.
“Welcome to my garden”, He said. To them, the first humans.
I also wonder if He can be too good, too generous, too benevolent/kind/gracious and providential. It’s impossible of course because it’s His call, and I’m fairly certain that He can do whatever He wants, anything He pleases:)
Yet it seems too good. Too much to/ for two, back then, and too to/for now. Still, He gave them that garden. It must have been so so pleasant.
And as the story goes, they screwed up royally.
They had no one else to blame really, but themselves. They tried. He pointed the finger at her, and she pointed the finger at it, but they were the ones who were kicked out of the garden; it just crawled on its belly. But it never lost its voice.
Now, here we are. Royal screw ups too, I suppose. I know I am. And I have no one else to blame but myself. And I don’t. It’s my responsibility, what I do, what I’ve done, and what I will do. And yet . . .
We do have someone else to blame. It’s too good, of course. It really is too good. But it is what it is because He is still the creator who does as He pleases, and what pleases Him is to make us royalty again and give us a garden again and it is likewise so pleasant that it is beyond all sense. Such was today for me, and I hope for you too. Every moment a gift, and I thought all day about what word I would use. There isn’t one word; there are only all of them.
Because that second Adam has taken all of our screw-ups and takes the blame, and makes them nil. Nothing remains of them, eternally.
Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation. The old has passed away; behold, the new has come. All this is from God, who through Christ reconciled us to himself and gave us the ministry of reconciliation . . . not counting their trespasses against them, and entrusting to us the message of reconciliation . . . on behalf of Christ, be reconciled to God.
That is what He says about it. Period.
Oh, wait, there is something else He wants us to hear.
He says those first words again, to us: