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Sipping Tea with God

by dan benson

 

"Then the man and his wife heard the sound of the LORD God as he was walking in the garden in the cool of the day, and they hid from the LORD God among the trees of the garden. But the LORD God called to the man, 'Where are you?'" (Genesis 3:8-9)

 

I've always loved this passage because it paints such a picture of Paradise -- what true relationship with God is like.

 

Imagine sitting in the cool of the day, out on your patio, in the garden, under some whispering shady trees, sipping an iced tea, maybe of the Long Island variety, a vodka tonic or a glass of lemonade.

 

And here comes the Big Kahuna, you can hear him coming through the underbrush, coming in from the wild.

 

"The cool of the day" implies there's a hot of the day, or a period of time when you're sweating, like from work. So, it appears, God's been out working all day. At what, I wonder? Or maybe it's just Adam working and God is coming by to visit him at the end of his work day. I think they've both been working all day and they're checking in on each other.

 

Adam: "How's it going, God? Take a seat, Dad. What'd you do today?"

God: "Oh, you know. Healing, creating, blessing. Same old same old,"

Adam: (chuckling as he is handing God an iced tea, lemon no sugar.) "No, really,"

God: "Ha ha ha. Well, I was over on the other side of the galaxy most of the morning fiddling around with this thing that I'm calling a black hole, where the gravitational pull is so great it sucks everything, including light, into it and then spits it out on the other side of the universe. It's really neat. When folks discover it it's going to blow their minds."

Adam: "Wow."

God: "How about you," (sipping his tea.)

Adam: "Well, I finished naming the birds who can't fly -- penguins, ostriches and emus were the names I came up with. How do you like those?

God: "Very creative."

Adam: "I was going to start on naming those little crawly and flying things that are everywhere but all I could come up with was a name for the whole bunch of them -- insects -- and then I was too tired to think any more. By the way, what's with those little needle-nose buzzy things that keep wanting to suck my blood. What are they good for?

God: "Remind me to explain it to you on Saturday."

Adam: "Anyway, Eve and I decided to have a picnic on that piece of land that sticks out into the water and I was making some notes with my pen, the one you gave me for my birthday, when it occurred to me to name that stick out thing a pen-insula. I liked the sound of it. Not as much as like the sound of serendipitous, though. After that, Eve and I .... well, let's just say we kinda chilled."

Eve: "Tee-hee."

God: "Cool," (smiling.)

 

Anyway, that's not how the scene in Genesis develops.

 

Instead, the First Couple, victimized by their own intellectual laziness, fall prey to the Snake's query, "Did God really say...?" They don't bother to really answer the question. They don't talk to the Lord about it first. They respond with faulty theology. Apparently, Adam forgot to explain the rules of the garden clearly to Eve since she answers the snake incorrectly.

 

Consequently, they disobey and they see their true selves -- naked -- standing apart from God, on their own, and are embarrassed. Self-critically, they don't like what they see. So they hide when they hear the Lord come walking through, ready for his evening get-together.

 

"Where are you?" he calls out.

 

They're too ashamed, too uncomfortable with themselves, too nervous, too afraid of what God might say, what he might think. They stay hidden. Another sin.

 

And so the Great Search begins, for us, our hearts, our true selves, unashamed and unafraid to approach the One who loves us and longs for the fellowship we once enjoyed.

 

"Where are you?" he cries. "Come out. Come to me."

 

I want to holler from the bushes, "Over here. I'm over here."

 

And I want to walk out, in my nakedness, just as I am.

 

"Can I come back?" And have some tea.

 

 

  

  

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