After the Garden

Those of you who know me know I hover somewhere between Catholic and agnostic. Thus when I say there are surprisingly few words about Adam in the Bible, you know I had to look to check. If you need to check it yourself go ahead you'll see. A little about how he came to be, a touch about Eve, a bit about that garden thing and then on to what the kids did. Really, I expected a lot more!

I mean what about that day Adam was sitting outside the garden fence thwacking a stick against a tree?! He was just thinking, I don't want any more sadness God. Yeah, yeah I know it's your plan and I'm not supposed to question it but your plan sucks! He flipped his middle finger towards heaven. As he did a hummingbird who had become blind landed on it. Yeah, see that's what I mean God. How am I supposed to fix this? Sure I can name it and that's fun but how can I fix the pain in the world? Look at the old garden! It's an overgrown jungle. I need pruners, saws and a shovel and I don't even have an axe. Even if I did you won't let me in there. It looks like hell and I can't fix it! He thwacked the tree again and the hummingbird flew off.

The morning was cool but the sun was rising in the sky and it would be hot before he got the onions planted and the hole dug for the nectarine tree. He thwacked the tree again, half-heartedly, and got to his feet. Ready to serve Lord! But ya know I could do a better job for ya if the ear was completely healed and the shoulder didn't hurt. And could ya do something about the kids fighting. They're going to kill each other -and over what - who's the leader!

Adam had a lot of those moments but the cat is bitching and the dog is barking at something, so I'll have make those stories for another day. Doug A.

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