March 10, 2011

Fruit hanging on a tree.

Reminders of a past she could not easily prune away.  Bitterly reaping what she had sown — her sons, too.

Mother of the first murderer, mother of the first murdered.  But God graciously promised redemption through her Offspring.  And her husband named her “Eve,” mother of all living, notably after the Fall.  Perhaps as an act of reflected grace, to remind her for the rest of her life that God’s promise would trump the death she had birthed.

And one day, her God would see it fit to bring salvation to her world by the God-Man — One hanging from a Tree, the firstfruits of many brothers and sisters.

Her first murdered son’s blood crying out for vengeance, her other murdered Son’s blood crying out for mercy.  The first now harmonizing with the Second into a beautiful song of grace.  God’s promise fulfilled.  The glorious plan of a glorious God.  She brought death, He brought life — eternal, death-triumphing, irrevocable life.

Blessed be.


2 Responses to “Eve.”

  1. Christine Says:

    This was like poetry. Beautifully written, my friend. 🙂

  2. tia Says:

    miss you, frienddd ❤ and funny you should be the one to comment on this since you always try to hide from me … and your daughter's name is eden … :O haha

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