Adam’s Story

A Guest Story by PD Lorenz

Michelangelo’s Adam

“God called to the Man: ‘Where are you?” Genesis 3:9

I was there when it was all brand new. I saw the works of the Creator with my very own eyes. I saw the canvass when it was fresh, eternal, and unbroken. The trees were so alive, their leaves responding to each movement of the gentle breeze as if they were dancing to unheard harmonies. The flowers and grasses even sang with delight; responding to the slightest movement of the wind of God. It truly was heaven upon the earth. 

But alas, I was also there when it all fell apart and broke into pieces… 

It was a feeling that neither of us had felt before. The only way I can describe what we were feeling is to say that something was being stripped away from us like a tree that loses its bark, or a lamb that is stripped of its wool. Only for us, we were losing life itself and it was leaking right out of our pores as if we were sweating to death. 

And yet, we were cold; oh, we were so very very cold.

As the life was leaking from our very beings, something like a dark cloud was replacing it and coming down upon us. I have come to know that it was a thing called shame. Yes, that seemed to be a good name for it, for it was as heavy as the force of the atmosphere itself. It began to push downward upon us like it was trying to pound us back into the soil from which we were created. All of this happened in a moment of time and when it was over, we realized that we were unclothed. 

In a mad scramble, we collected fig leaves to try to sew for ourselves some sort of clothing, but it was a fruitless attempt at a makeshift covering. We both knew that we had lost something very precious, but we didn’t know quite what we had lost until we heard the sound of Him. It was our Creator, and He was quickly approaching our position. 

Together, we scrambled for the shade of some bushes within a bramble of trees. I can still sense that strange and awful moment. (It’s funny what stands out in the memory.) I remember being huddled together waiting for the inevitable, that is, the presence of the Creator to come near us.

The surrounding forest looked so green and lush and yet, we were still shivering together. Worse than that however, was the feeling that my wife didn’t quite “fit” into my arms like she used to. I instantly remembered the wonderful times that we had had in that garden of God. Oh, the incredible discoveries we had made together, the wonderful wonders of that wondrous place! But, it was fleeting.

It’s hard to explain, but the moment we took the bite of the forbidden fruit, that is, the moment we felt the life leave us, some kind of rift occurred… Some sort of separation took place. But I digress, for that sensation was merely the backdrop to the drama that was really unfolding before our eyes. I’ll try to recall it to the best of my ability…

As the Creator approached our rather pitiful place of concealment, I watched Him, mesmerized by what He was doing. And then I realized that I hadn’t seen Him in quite awhile.  To be quite honest with you, I hadn’t taken the time to search for Him. I had gotten so caught up in the wonderful time that the woman and I were having, that I had simply forgotten Him. 

For you see, we used to love to play hide and seek!  It was like… like when I first fell in love with my Creator.  A pang of guilt rose up within me and only then did I realize how much I had missed Him; how much I had missed His closeness; His laughter, His warmth and His love. 

I was simply awestruck in that bush as I continued to watch Him.  Awestruck by the fact the even though we had directly disobeyed His command by eating from the fruit of the Tree of Life, which He had told us not to eat from, He had actually come looking for us!  I know that we were a wretched sight with the “life” simply dripping off of us like skin melting in a fire.  

Kneeling down, and only a few yards away, He continued working with His hands. Even then, even when we had more or less removed ourselves from His eternal goodness and were worth less than nothing to Him… Even then, He started to heal us. 

Simply enough, He began by taking a lamb and killing it right before our eyes. I had never seen shed blood before in our domain and as the steam from it’s contents rose from the flint knife that the Creator held in His very own hand, my wife turned away and snuggled into my chest. Strangely, a warm sensation instantly washed over the both of us like a blanket on a cold winter’s night. In it was a hint of something quite different. 

It’s hard to explain, but it was like catching a glimpse into some distant future; a future when our drama would be completed and it brought with it… Well, it brought hope. However, the feeling passed over us quickly and as I continued to watch, I noticed a tear that began to gather in the corner of Creator’s eye.  In the next moment, I realized what sin had done.  It had separated me from my loving Creator and our time together, our closeness, had been cut-off. 

I wanted, with every fiber of my being, to run to Him and to embrace Him but I knew that I could not.  He was too…  Too pure!  All I could do was silently weep as I continued to watch Him make “proper” clothing for us to wear. He then spoke for the first time and it came in the form of a question.  When He asked, He asked without looking in our direction… And that hurt my heart even more than before.

“Where are you?” He inquired, even though I knew that He knew exactly where I was. Needless to say, it was a loaded question dripping with subtext. I hate to admit it, and I’m quite embarrassed to say, I gave Him an answer that He was not looking for.

I don’t know why I said it the way I said it. I guess it was the disobedience that had suddenly found a home within my nature. Bumbling, I replied with a rather pathetic reply. 

“I, I heard you in the garden and I was afraid because I was naked. And I hid.”

God said, “Who told you you were naked? Did you eat from that tree I told you not to eat from?”

Another almost uncontrollable excuse tumbled from my lips. I said, “The Woman you gave me as a companion, she gave me the fruit from the tree, and, yes, yes I ate it,” I said as I stamped my foot and felt more like a child than a man. 

God then turned to my wife and asked her a similar question. “What is this that you’ve done?”

“The serpent seduced me,” she said, “and I ate.”

Somehow, I knew the excuses that we gave Him were not the answers that He was looking for. After that, a pause…  Have you ever heard someone say that their whole life flashed before their eyes right before they died?  Well, in that pause; and it was only a moment, I say not only my life but the life of all of mankind…  And it was all downhill… An endless descent…  

Then, everything happened so quickly like a lightning bolt from the sky.  His judgement came swiftly and severely and there was nothing we could do about it. Before we even had time to digest what had just happened, we were thrown out of the garden that we had created so many memories within, our home,  and as we were leaving arm in arm, I looked back to see if I could see the One who had made me; the One who breathed into my nostrils giving me the breath of life, the one I had laughed with, but all I could see was fire. 

Fire, as the wonderful heavenly creatures guarding the gate swung swords so fast that they glowed white with heat and off of them, sparks and flame flew in various directions.  It was a fire that forever separated me from my true home, our true home.

Over the years, that is, the many many years that have passed I have often searched for my homeland. Even as I have been telling you this story, I have been looking for those gates, but my eyes have grown so very dim. I am now at the end of my life, and I know it.

It’s been some 930 years and the mortal cut to my originally created immortal being has finally come to full fruition. Oh, if I could only find those gates once again… If I could only look into the face of My Creator, I would answer His question so very differently.

Not that my answer would have made a difference, mind you. I, I just wish to tell Him how much I have missed Him. Oh, to just look Him in the face once again… Just one more time. Perhaps, just perhaps, One day I will!


Thank you for reading this story by PD Lorenz. Cheers to your Sunday Morning.

JCL


PD Lorenz is a skilled and gifted writer, and lieutenant in the Summit County Fire Service, in Colorado. He is the author of several books, including the Fantasy/YA series, ‘The Shadow Scrolls’, and an Illustrated Children’s Book series, ‘Sally Sandy Sees Something’, which follows the adventures of an always curious Golden Retriever. Links to his books can be found here:

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