When I read about how you walked with them, just to talk and to spend some time.  I couldn’t help but rebuke myself for wanting to take their place, knowing all along that I would then have been the one who let down all mankind.  Even though life has always been a wonder, I never stop to ponder what it would be like if we had never fallen.  Thousands of years, discipline, wasted wars, stiff necks, adulteries and millions of gallons of sin poured into Christ, just to make up for that original inadequacy and disobedience.  Man we could have been living in paradise with God.  But then we never would have seen the depths of his love for us.  The lengths to which he would willingly go to see us reattached to him.

But that’s not what he knew would happen.  He knew we would let the viper wrap us around his little finger, stealing our gifts, stealing our place as in the presence of the Lord.  Of course he would steal that which he himself had lost, knowing the price we would pay, knowing how foolish any prideful quest that would remove access to the loving Father.  Then he loved us through our freakishly long lives given some of us hope that the world would someday be changed by the seed of the woman.  And man wept as he saw brother against brother and man against girl doing those things we knew to be abominable in the Lord’s sight.  All along is hope that provides us and window beyond today’s infirmity.

And I saw that you raised them up and taught them right but they chose their own path in life.  No different now as each man I know determines the road he will travel. You see because the rules are the same for everyone, then I have the same opportunity as all and the same choice to do wrong without repentance.  I mean we all do wrong, so none are right, but if we choose the right, then he is faithful and true to do what we cannot do and put our sin aside and make us his bride so that we will never be left in fire alone.  But some are still, even this moment making that terrible choice.  I see them daily and wish that they wouldn’t, and find myself inadequate again to convince them of their bad discernment.  But they don’t care and I reminded that Eve was deceived and Adam was disobedient even though they knew God intimately.

What choice have I?  I have Jesus and Spirit as guide, always inside, leaving opportunity wide open.  But Jesus was also King and each man may determine that which will govern his life.  I choose God, My Sovereign God, even when he contends with my flesh, for I am a created thing, made to serve my Creator King.  This world is a pale reflection of what he intended for us.  I can hardly wait now for the door to open into what he had originally intended for us for eternity.  Maybe somehow we are better, I mean the angels are astounded that He would step down out of time in to the this life to save those who would believe.  That has to account for something, that we may have been changed by our ability to choose through faith, that the process of choosing somehow transformed our humanity.  But I still thank the King, it’s about Him I that I sing, when I am strong or I strung, flying or hung, each part of my lung will bring forth a song, frail, pierced or long, I will sing or I’ll whistle through my lips or a thistle a prayer hymn or missive to Jesus, My King and My God.