Monday, December 3, 2018


Origin Story #15 of 21:

The Lord God called to the man,
 "Where are you?" (Gn 3:9)

The Lord of the Garden, comes to his Garden during “cool evening breezes.” Something is not good. God calls out, “Adam, where are you?” The Gardener attends to his Garden. The Creator cares about his creation. He hasn’t walked off. God comes, he questions, and makes his decisions (Gn 3:8-14):
They heard the sound of the Lord God walking in the garden in the cool of the day, and the man and his wife hid themselves from the presence of the Lord God among the trees of the garden.
God:                Where are you?
Man:                I heard the sound of thee in the garden, and I was afraid,
because I was naked; and I hid myself.
God:                Who told you that you were naked? Have you eaten of
the tree of which I commanded you not to eat?
Man:                The woman whom thou gavest to be with me, she gave me
fruit of the tree, and I ate.
Then the Lord God said to the woman,
God:                What is this that you have done?
Woman:           The serpent beguiled me, and I ate.
The Lord God said to the serpent,
God:                Because you have done this…

What a mess. The woman, whom the man saw as God’s gift worthy of praise and song, is now a problem. It’s her fault. Or, more to the point, since the woman is God’s idea and God’s doing, it must therefore be God’s fault for creating such a wonder. For the woman, it’s the serpent’s fault. Or, more to the point, it’s God’s fault for creating such a creature so cleaver, crafty and beguiling. The serpent seems the only one who owes up. He seems rather proud of the whole debacle.

When the Creator shows up, Adam hides, he blames, he mumbles out some kind of explanation. From his new found knowledge of good and evil, he now judges God. He deserves a better god than this God. He continues to fall further and further away from his Creator into his own contrived center. He refuses to stand alone before God and to owe up to his revolt. He hides.


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