Have you forgiven her? You know who I mean. The one we are so quick to fault for being deceived. The one who ate the fruit, opened the door to the curse and changed your life before it even began. Eve. Not Original Eve, we like her. Maybe even envy her a bit. Beautiful, young, strong, loved, desired, comfortable in her own skin. But Fallen Eve. Her we blame, her we look at and judge. And how often do we associate the difficulties in our lives with her choice? How often do we think life would be so much better if she had just not been deceived?
I have an over developed sense of history. I think it started with a field trip to Appomattox Court House when I was very young and very impressionable. My imagination had no trouble bringing to life the men and women who had once walked that ground. The people were very real and the events of that place changed the lives of ever person living today. The course of a nation changed and by changing that nation the world changed. That place is summed up in one word…surrender.
Now I know you are wondering how I’m possibly going to bring Eve and General Grant together and I was too until I looked for the link and God did what He does best. I am writing this while waiting for my little family to finish getting ready for church. It’s Palm Sunday. I didn’t write this earlier in the week when explaining my over developed sense of history to some friends. I didn’t write it earlier in the week when I was really on a roll with some of the messages God has been giving me about Eve. I got this conviction this morning while fuming and putting on my make up for church. I have trouble forgiving those who have hurt the ones I love. I forgive pretty well the ones who hurt me personally but something in side still holds on to the offenses committed against those I wasn’t able to prevent or protect from. And in that moment God showed me I haven’t forgiven Eve. She has probably carried more unforgiveness than any other woman, ever.
But she’s been forgiven. She was forgiven in the cross just as fully as I was. She was loved in her broken fallenness just as deeply as she was in her perfection, maybe even more. In the garden the word so often is fallen. In the courthouse so often the word we fear is guilty. In the second garden the word was surrender. And in the garden of sorrow we see the word victory.
For there to be forgiveness there has to be surrender.”On Palm Sunday, 1865, Lee’s surrender at Appomattox Court House, Virginia signaled the end of the Southern States attempt to create a separate nation. It set the stage for the emergence of an expanded and more powerful Federal government. In a sense the struggle over how much power the central government would hold had finally been settled.”
It time to forgive Eve…it’s time to surrender…the struggle for power has been finally settled….