Like the First Morning

 “And evening passed and morning came, marking the first day”. Gen. 1:5

“On the first day of the week, very early in the morning, Mary came to the tomb and found that the stone had been rolled away…” John 20:1

Timing is everything in God’s calendar. Genesis is sometimes called the “Book of Firsts”, or “First Mentions”, where first things are indeed first.

God and man took their first steps together in the Garden planted for them by their Father, an exquisite place of beauty and harmony. God keeps this actual place on earth hidden from view, perhaps buried under the sands of time. It was taken from us, because we violated the first covenant between man and God. We long to return to this sacred place, this uninterrupted time of communion.

Satan boldly assassinated God’s character by accusing his creator of petty jealousy and power mongering. The lie sounded so good…”you will be like God”, and gain knowledge about all of existence, both good and evil. He was not promoting the desire to be “godly”, but rather the lust to have equality with God. Overarching pride, the ability to hide lies within half-truths, and an unquenchable lust for power all originated with him. He continues to rape the innocent who cannot yet discern between good and evil.

So we believed the lie. But all was not lost. God had another plan, another place, and another promise in mind.

The next time God and man walked together on the earth, they were inseparable. God became a man in the person of Jesus Christ, and made his home among us. The “seed of the woman”, the promised one, had come to crush the serpent’s head, and fully reclaim the earth for mankind.

Instead of a garden, there was a stable. Instead of freedom, beauty, and harmony, Jesus grew up in a harsh land dry as a desert, suffering under the heel of Rome. Then came jealousy, lies, betrayal, and murder. The serpent struck back with all his might, bruised the heel of the Redeemer, and brought him down. Or so he thought.

But God had done the unthinkable. He let his Son die. He allowed the “woman’s seed” to be buried in a garden cave, then did the unimaginable. He raised him from the dead, and from his death came a New Creation, a multitude of sons and daughters: the fruit of his soul’s travail, the birth of the church, his body on earth.

And like the first morning, God separated light from darkness, and the prince of darkness, that old serpent, will never be able to extinguish it.

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