Imagine with me for a moment… heart longings.
Adam and Eve. Just banished from the Garden of Eden. They’ve given up paradise in order to have the “eyes to see like God”, and instead they’ve found their own sin, nakedness and shame. And they work. Work that’s never been difficult before, only joyful. Now there is pain. There are thorns that inflict wounds on hands and arms. There is childbirth… the highest of joys mingled with the strongest of pain. And there is the agony of watching one of your own children murder his brother. What must swirl through their minds? And their hearts? The agony of all they’ve given up–for this?
