when it was without any sin, for the knowledge of sin had not yet come. Little children playing in the grass under the shade of great big trees.

That’s how I remember grace fellowship and the beginning of faith garden. Too young to understand and everyone gathered around to fellowship with our Maker.

But the serpent came privily, and before I knew it I was naked, and my inheritance lost.
The law came, and I died.

And as people got older, they became more like adults, and had adult problems. Envies, strifes, worldly ambitions and vanities. I won’t pretend these weren’t present before, but at that time we didn’t know any better.

And Cain slew his brother in the field, and Abel’s blood cried out from the ground

Come, let’s beat our swords into plowshares, and return to the garden of the Lord, that holy mountain, Zion.


– A memorial to Eden