The Memory of Eden

We were created to be with God, to worship God; to love and be loved by God. We were perfectly connected to Him through whom we had life, love, peace, joy, fulfillment, contentment, all things. We were naked before God; we knew and were fully known.

Then came our fall from grace and this pure and perfect relationship with our Creator was destroyed. How could we who are sinful approach He who is Holy?

But the memory of Eden still echoes in my heart.

I long for you God. I yearn from the depths of my soul to be with God, to be in his presence, to hear his voice. The Lord speaks my name and like Lazarus I come out of the grave that has held me. Try as I may to numb or ignore my desires, we were made to be with God. The memory cannot be erased from my soul.

By grace I am reconciled to God. I am sanctified and am being sanctified.

Each day I seek to live as an exile returning to Eden . . .
to remember that I'm going home.

Cutting Corners

Our society has some weird perceptions about time. I fall into them all the time. We will do all kinds of crazy things to cut corners in really insignificant or absurd ways. We will drive aggressively, cut-people off, to save a couple of seconds in transit time, and then waste a couple minutes on facebook.