In the build-up to Easter, seems like every year there are reminders of the human condition. Incidents that are like the proverbial indiscretion in the drinking water (to make reference to a not so subtle Afrikaans idiom).
I can draw a straight line from Adam’s fall in the Garden of Eden to the news this past week: a Syrian immigrant arrested for going on a rampage and killing ten in Boulder, Colorado; two teens who were taken into custody for jacking the car of a man working as an über driver in D.C, driving off with him holding on and crashing, with the driver succumbing to his injuries; Islamic militants launching attacks in Mozambique with the intent to cause death, and succeeding, taking lives including that of a young South African.
Of course there wouldn’t be all kittens and rainbows just prior to Easter, and maybe I notice it more, but it seems like the craziness ticks up just a notch.
Draw a line back in time from these deaths and it terminates at the fall of man.
An ambition to be like God, knowing good and evil.
A bite of forbidden fruit.
A realisation that innocence is dead.
A line from one of my favourite poems: things fall apart, the centre cannot hold; mere anarchy is loosed upon the world…
From one sin, many millions: rampaging killers, spouse abusers, callous teens, unholy warriors, political leaders with lying tongues and cold hearts, wannabe dictators, habitual swindlers.
An illustration of why Good Friday was necessary.
I think back to Adam’s fall:
A realisation that innocence is dead. Trying to imagine what it would have been like. Thinking of a time you received shocking news and its like reality and unreality merge, things don’t compute and your ears resonate with a high-pitched humming and all words fail except the worst ones.
The morning after where the sun didn’t shine as it once did. Food is just sustenance instead of a delight of tastes. There’s a chill in the air that wasn’t there before.
I can just imagine. And realizing nakedness, knowing that the authentic man cannot walk the earth anymore, things must be hidden because there is shame.
God sacrificing an animal to make a cover for Adam & Eve’s nakedness.
Sacrifice as a payment for sin. A system that emerges pointing the way to a cross.
A straight line that connects me to both, the fall of Adam and the sacrifice of Christ.
A straight line, and a new creation – a new man.
His body and blood, broken and poured out for us.