Thoughts of Life. Not death.

Little Monk is laying out the most precious morsels: straight from the Garden of Eden to our dining tables. I find myself savouring each crumb. Tasting something of what God Jesus really is. If you haven’t yet sampled this hamper of yumminess – you really should:

Before the Beginning — Pt 5 — Of Added Words… https://sharethecoffee.wordpress.com/2015/03/30/before-the-beginning-pt-5-of-added-words/

And at the same time – today – we walk with the same God Jesus in a different place – a different time. This annual path of betrayal and death, and victory over death.

Yet Little Monk has brought back to life a question never yet answered in my walk with GSHJ:

What about the tree of life?

Now the Lord God had planted a garden in the east, in Eden; and there he put the man he had formed. The Lord God made all kinds of trees grow out of the ground—trees that were pleasing to the eye and good for food. In the middle of the garden were the tree of life and the tree of the knowledge of good and evil. 8-9
The Lord God took the man and put him in the Garden of Eden to work it and take care of it. And the Lord God commanded the man, “You are free to eat from any tree in the garden; but you must not eat from the tree of the knowledge of good and evil, for when you eat from it you will certainly die.”” 15-17
Genesis 1

The tree of knowledge? Yes. Serpent, apple, conundrum, bite – big problem (see LM’s take on that). But the tree of life? Nada! And then reading John today – the one whom Jesus loved – I heard a faint whisper:

”I am.”

(Do your ears prick up – like a hound dog in the hubbub of all else – when He whispers like that? When He whispers so quietly you hear but not clearly? But you know it is He.)

“Jesus answered, “It is the one to whom I will give this piece of bread when I have dipped it in the dish.” Then, dipping the piece of bread, he gave it to Judas, the son of Simon Iscariot. As soon as Judas took the bread, Satan entered into him.” John 13:26-27

And as I listened with intent, those verses of John, the words of Jesus, that time and place … that piece of bread dipped and offered … this is my body … this is my blood … Serpent, bread, conundrum, bite – big problem “The Sequel”?

Well – this morning I saw the Tree of Life. Reclining there. Surrounded by those He had picked. Placed. In the middle. The tree that overcomes death. That brings life.

“A new command I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another. By this everyone will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another.” John 13:34-35

And as I sit here typing words that barely have registered – whispers still rustling like leaves in the wind – that remain entwined with LM’s story – that are embedded in the crippling weight of the cross – the “tree of knowledge of good and evil” … ?

I ponder whether “eating from the tree of life” was always intended. I wonder whether these whispers today – this morning – right now – are “that tree”. That we are closer to the garden than we know. That we are closer to that same “God” of Love than we think. That we have always been connected – always are connected – always will be. In an evolution always intended.

An evolution of Life – an evolution to Life.

(And like that same hound dog – satisfied with whatever noise it heard – who now rests again – looks again at the hearth – once again at peace. So to me – with thoughts still gently ranging – gentle pondering – safe communing)

With the thoughts of a Friend.

With thoughts of Life. Not death.