Sometimes I wonder how Falling felt? Like in the Garden…like when Eve consciously chose what she’d been told not to…by God*? What did it sound like, or look like? Did her appearance changed when death was born? Did Adam scream at his lover’s choice, or maybe Creation screamed? Maybe everything went silent? Maybe prior to the picking, life all organic and orgasmic and wholly real? It may be too simplistic to say anything of God is real, and anything not of God is unreal (or sin). But I think it’s at least fair to say “reality” is quintessential to the Garden of Eden. Whereas “unreality” is the alluring trigger that launches our fictitious quests. It bequeaths our palates to satisfactions other than God, meaning just God no longer satisfies our plates**. And enhancements by the forbidden make me feel most like my Maker***. Because of the Fall, what’s actually real feels farfetched. And what’s actually an illusion seems a worthwhile reality. Especially for we churchy folks, delusional states often feel more preferable to that which is true.
That’s the hard news. The good news is God has never been surprised by such thoughts, nor overwhelmed by such fantasies, erroneous, or unreal thinking. He’s never been caught-off guard by my choices, calloused by my pain, or corroded by my persistent pleas. He knows exactly where I am at all times and on all thought-trails, and chooses to stay with me. This is the unconditional love I was made for; He is the transcendent Lover whom I daily resist.
*Genesis 2:25-3:7 |

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It's amazing to me, dear Abbie, how often I choose the hydrogenated oil over the real thing. For convenience, intellectual laziness, rebellion? I'm not sure I can put my finger on it. But when the dust settles from my regular, poor choices, and I see my Lord patiently waiting with His hand extending to right me again, I know in my heart I'm not destined for these artificial flavors.
Its clear that the brokenness of the Fall, on an universal scale, cannot be undone by us. He will renew...
"...I know in my heart I'm not destined for these artificial flavors." Rich line, Walter.