Genesis is still true
When I say, “I believe Genesis is true” people scoff because they think I must mean the creation story in chapters 1 and 2, but it is chapter 3 where the axe still falls and cuts us to the quick. I stand in Adam’s shoes – and so do you, unless you prefer Eve’s – it makes no difference. The judgement still stands.
This old story – yes, just a story, but what a story, ageless as the hills, deep enough to swallow up the sea, tells me the truth about myself.
Forever I stand at a crossroads, and God, this wonderful, all-knowing, all-loving, all-powerful God has said to me: “You choose which way to go”. Me! Why give me this power, this authority, this choice?
“You know best”, I scream. “You choose the way for me to go!”, but he replies, “No, I leave it to you”.
Such freedom! Such awesome, exhilarating freedom, fraught with dread and glory.
And so, I sit at the crossroads and meditate on my wrong choices. I am not complaining that I can’t read the future – I don’t condemn myself for being tricked by how things unexpectedly turned out. And many times I have chosen rightly. But today, I sit quietly with the Lord and think on those times when it was clear to me which path was best – and I chose the other one.
This is perhaps the strangest truth of all about me: I knew the right answer, but still managed to get it wrong. I am quite kind to myself – I know what a human being is, and the Lord is kinder still, but just now I would like to be sad and lament my wrong choices. To say to God, “Sorry” – there’s no point saying anything else, and saying to all those people I have harmed: “I am sorry”.
Spiritual Devotion 