In the Beginning

There once was time, when time was not the evil that it is today, when the rising and setting sun was just an occurrence in an otherwise endless period of perfection and glory, when the man and the woman lived with God. They looked in His eyes, they hugged into His heart, they sat in His presence and let the sound, the living substance that is His voice, wash over them. In their world, they did not survive day to day, they lived fully. When was there not peace? When was there not joy? When were their hearts not thrilled because God came to see them?

God, the Living God who made all that there is and ever will be, wanted to be friends. The One whose face cannot be seen was face to face with them. The One who spoke the universe into existence walked and talked with them. It was a time of perfection, when the eyes of the man and the woman could see and their ears hear and their minds understood more than is possible today.

Then they lost. Such a simple act-how great and terrible the fall. All that was perfect was changed. All that was glorious was dulled. They met fear, hunger, and pain and the terror of what they had done.

And so it began, the time of evil and hardship and hopelessness. But the One who is greater than all would not close the book on this chapter of pain. He would remember and long for the former joys. He would make a way.