When I was a kid I lived in a neighborhood that was relatively safe to run around in and explore. There was a small creek that ran through the neighborhood, and I used to play on its small muddy banks. I’d take the route from my house that wound through my neighbors’ back yards, through dense foliage, between trees, and behind fences, until I could hear the faint babbling of the water and saw the sun only reaching the ground in a few thin shafts that squeezed through the dancing, leafy canopy above. The somewhat isolated creek had its own character and feel, and its banks and surrounding grounds became a secret garden. I was probably only a few hundred yards from my house, but it was a world away. Continue reading
Take about 10 seconds, close your eyes, and think about the Garden of Eden.
What all did you think about? A lot of greenery, and maybe some exotic animals? A few rivers if you remember your Genesis story well? How long did you last before picturing a snake, a tree, and an apple? If you’re like me, your imagination usually telescopes past that indeterminate period of time between Creation and The Fall. Any attempts at imagining the garden are lost pretty quickly in thoughts of not having much to do and being naked. Though I’m sure the world as God created it was much better than I can imagine, until recently I had never really tried to imagine it. What was going on? God created the world and said “good,” but what was that world like, before the fall? Continue reading