A Tale Of Two Trees 3: Gun in the Playroom

You were born to be chosen.

Think about that.  Could it really be that is the entire reason you were born?

In Genesis 2, it says that God put Adam in a garden He had planted called, Eden.  Adam was surrounded by beauty and provision at every turn.  Everything was perfect.  No conflict.  No lack.  No sickness.  No violence, war, destruction or death.

Toward the end of Genesis chapter 2, God brings all of the livestock he had created to Adam just to see what he would name them.  I can just picture God with the Son, Holy Spirit and the angels almost giddy with anticipation waiting to see what Adam would name the massive animal with a hose of a nose, tusks and big ears.  “ELEPHANT!!!   Where does he get this stuff!  I love it!  You hear that, Jesus?”  Father God is having a blast, maybe even creating a new animal on the other side of the garden just to see what Adam would call it.

As far as we know, there was nothing in the garden that could harm Adam except one thing.  In verse nine of that chapter, it says that there were two trees right in the middle of this utopian setting.  One was called the Tree of Life and the other the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil.

From the information we have, there may not have been anything different about the Tree of Life from the other trees in the garden except for the one right beside it.  The other trees produced fruit that was pleasing to the eye and nourishing to the body as well.  Maybe that was the point.  The option.

The fruit on the Tree of Life and the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil may have looked the same.  It may have been at the same height and level of accessibility, but the fruit from the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil carried a heavy price tag.

“You must not eat from the tree of the knowledge of good and evil, for when you eat from it you will certainly die.”

If I were in charge of landscaping the Garden of Eden, I would have found the farthest, most remote and inaccessible place to plant that tree in hopes it would never be found.  Not God.  He could have put Adam and Eve anywhere on the earth but He chose to put them in a garden with a very clear option for the worst possible result.

WHAT WAS HE THINKING?!!??!!?   Who does that?  If you had a gun, the last place you would put it is on the kids table in the playroom.  What could possibly explain making the worst possibility so easy to choose?

Maybe He should have just “forgotten” to water that Knowledge tree or something.  Maybe, just keep Adam and Eve occupied with some more animals to name and a bumper crop of pears in back forty? That seems much more reasonable to me.

But, what if safe was never the goal?  What if there was something far more valuable than safe?

Imagine if you found your soulmate with looks and personality so great all you could do is talk silly around them.  And then imagine if you had the social skills of a dictator.

You club them over the head and when they wake up they are in an enclosed room with just you and the necessities needed for living a wonderful life without leaving the room.  After a few days they finally decide to talk to you because you’re the only person there.  Your friends text you and ask how things are going with your soulmate.  “They are going really well!  She is talking to me!!  I think we are  really getting somewhere!”

After a couple weeks you think you are really making progress on this “relationship” and you float the question…

YOU:   “So, you think you might ever want to get married someday?  Who knows, maybe  have a couple kids . .. …. I mean a few years out, no time soon of course!  (awkward laugh)”

Soulmate in Solitary:  “Um. …. well.  I guess.  I haven’t thought about it much seeing that I  just woke up trapped in this room.  Who would I marry?”

YOU  (looking around the room in sheepish hopeful tone): “What do you mean who?  There’s you and then there’s me.  So, me of course.”

That will set a girl’s heart on fire!  Cue the wedding bells!  Might as well just take the gun off the playroom table and point it at someone on the street you think would be a great marriage option and try the, “Marry me” approach.

You were chosen but what if you never had a choice?

A Father wanted a family and a Son wanted a bride but without choice it would be nothing more than a robotic relationship with an optionless puppet.  The Chooser had to give the option to be rejected.  Without full freedom to be chosen or rejected, they (Father and Son) would never have what they wanted most – reciprocated love chosen in the face of every possibility to be rejected for other options.

The greatest prize required the greatest risk.  Love was spelled R-I-S-K.

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