To have the knowledge of good and evil without the perfect judgment of a wise and all-knowing God is a dangerous thing.
To attempt to understand the truth of sin and of righteousness without the flawless mind of the Creator can lead to irrational and insufficient declarations of good and bad.
It’s no wonder God banished Adam and Eve from the garden once they had sampled the forbidden fruit from the tree of knowledge of good and evil. To live in this muddled state of confusion forever would have been a disastrous story, indeed.
This is why a Savior was necessary — to repeal and to revoke the license of evil and to free us from an eternity of its presence hovering near.
Only a perfect God can sort through this delicate balance of good and evil perfectly.
Only a perfect Savior can ransom the souls of imperfect men perfectly.
This is why I now view Adam and Eve’s banishment from Eden as an act of grace instead of an angry response from a frustrated Creator.
As I ponder the mercy extended alongside this exile, I can’t help but wonder how many other acts of grace have been granted me in this life. Acts of grace which I have mistakenly viewed as Father’s disappointment, or as disapproval, or as let downs seen as unanswered prayers.
Like Adam and Eve, my understanding is skewed from Father’s complete wisdom. That is why His grace poured out sometimes appears as neglect toward my desires when, in truth, that is never the case.
No matter how often I am tempted to believe otherwise, I am not left on my own. My Father notices every detail of the whole of creation, including each nuance of my seemingly insignificant life.
Not one breath is taken without His awareness.
Not one thought skips across my mind without capturing His attention.
And whether I believe it or not, not one prayer goes unanswered.
It’s just that sometimes the answer is simply grace.
A grace all too often misinterpreted by my faltering faith grasping for miracles of a different form.
While I still may wonder at the perfectness of a paradise with so many opportunities for human error, today I choose to see banishment as a blessing.
Some of my dreams banished . . . for a better way.
Some longings displaced . . . for a higher purpose.
Some prayers left hanging . . .
Because grace has come.
Sometimes in disguise, but always present.
And always, always framed with Father’s perfect love.