Adam & Eve: Legends of The Fall

Or… “Things I’ve been wrestling with lately.”

One of the oldest questions regarding the tale of Adam and Eve and the fall has got to be, “Why?”. More specifically, “Why did God, the perfect being, create imperfect beings in the first place that He knew would betray Him with seemingly very little coercion and then doom all of mankind?”

The answer of choice or free-will in the context of, “Well, God wanted mankind to have free will, so they could choose between good and evil.” makes it seem like they were set up to fail from the get-go when you simply ask, “Why wouldn’t God spend a little more time with Adam and Eve; teaching them about the treachery of the enemy and his ability to manipulate and twist words, cause division and then teach them about their own weaknesses so they would be prepared to defeat him?” As far as the book of Genesis is concerned, we don’t have any record, to my limited knowledge of that actually happening. He spends some time with them and just says, “Hey, don’t eat from that tree or you’ll die.” by way of instruction, and that’s it.

The answer that God planned it that way so he could show off his Glory through Christ makes about as much sense. Besides sounding absolutely terrible, basically He allows four thousand years of tragedy, betrayal, heartbreak, sin, death and destruction, etc., so He can then redeem and save mankind and show off how good he is?

I feel terrible having these thoughts. At first glance, I feel like I am putting God on trial and that I am a heretic, doomed for Hell. Who am I to question a Holy and Righteous God, the ultimate Perfect Being? Why can’t I let God be God and just accept what is written for us and obey? I just can’t. Sometimes I feel like I swing between Atheism and Christianity like I was a kid at on a playground.

As someone who feels this, believe me when I tell you that I still want to believe. To use an analogy from this current Christmas season, its like the kid speaking to the hobo ghost on top of the Polar Express.

“What is your persuasion on the Big Man, since you brought him up?”

“Well, I want to believe…but..”

“But! You don’t want to be bamboozled. You don’t want to be led down the primrose path! You don’t want to be conned or duped, have the wool pulled over your eyes, hoodwinked. You don’t want to be taken for a ride, railroaded! Seeing is believing…am I right?”

“But what about this train?”

“What about it?”

“We’re all really going to the North Pole, aren’t we?”

“Aren’t we?”

“Are you saying that this is all just a…a dream?”

“You said it, kid! Not me…”

I feel like this train called Life is going somewhere. I still believe there is more to this life and that the destination called Death that we all are approaching together is a gateway.

But it’s hard.

So, back to Adam, Eve and God.

In all of this, the question beyond the question isn’t “Why does God let bad things happen?” Although a valid question to wrestle with, the question beyond that, I believe is something along the lines of, “Do we really have an accurate picture of what happened?”

I believe God is misrepresented. We attribute to Him some of the most idiotic and horrific shit. Misrepresentation must be a part of the answer.

Maybe the purpose of the story of Adam and Eve is similar to other stories and legends: to reveal truths about humanity.

Just a thought.

So, I won’t unwind this onion any further. This is just the layer I wanted to reveal today.

Can I accept the story of the Fall at face value? Not anymore, I used to, but not anymore.

I believe there is more to it than that.

I believe there is more to God than that.

I hope so, at least.

Easter Morning 

He sat looking out of his window on Easter morning. “Holy”days had began to come and go without notice and time had passed. He was older now, much older, spending the years trying to live a life worth living. Fighting, striving, pursuing, reaching, attaining and moving on to the next goal.After all these years of being unplugged, a small part of him ached for he old way. The show, the concert, the participants. Even if it was all it was, a show. 

Too late for that now.

The rain fell, meeting the ground below him. Raindrops occasionally having their trajectory changed by the wind met his windowpane with gentle taps. The house was quiet save for the rain.

He thought on death, as he found himself doing at least weekly.

“Is this all there really is?” 
“Is there more?”

He had acknowledged years before that, despite what faith he had, he could not see past his own death. Some, maybe more “faithful” than he, would say that they could see heaven or some other nonsense. But he couldn’t. It was just black.

Blackness.

Not of hell or torment. Just black.

Like a wall, barring him from seeing the other side.

He accepted this as it is. Mortals do not get to see beyond that wall. It defeats the purpose. You must accept death as inevitable and move ever closer to that wall day after day.

But what of The Man? His thoughts would always drift there. The Friend, The One. His heart could not let go of Him no matter how much he faced. This one that had so long ago broken back through the wall. Or at least that’s what the tales said.

That is what his heart had accepted long ago.

And that was his only link. His only lifeline that reconciled whatever was beyond the wall to his life now.

Most times he felt like that lifeline was as frail as a child’s kite string. But it held. Was he holding on to it, or was it fastened tight to him? He couldn’t tell. But it was the only thing anchoring him to The Friend. But it was there, as always. No matter where his thoughts and actions took him, the line was always there.

“Is it still true?”

The man bowed his head and spoke from deep within his heart, words barely audible. There was no great vision, no angels, no light from heaven. Just the rain and the words to his Friend.

He breathed in deep and let out a sigh as he stood from his chair and walked into his kitchen for a few moments. Coming back, he kneeled before the window and looked out at the beauty of the morning. In his right hand was a piece of bread, torn from a pre sliced loaf in his fridge. In his left was a cup of water.

In the quiet of the morning, before the rest of the household woke up. He kneeled there with his Friend and acknowledged Him once again.

“this is Your body, that was broken for me, I take this and remember You… This is your blood that was spilled for me, I take this and remember you…”