Adam and Eve Reflect on Psalm 45


He said, “Do you remember the former days, Boneofmybone, how God walked with us in the cool of the morning?”

“I remember, HuMan.”

“Do you remember the day he said goodbye?”

“I remember. Much color faded from the earth and the stars stopped singing. But the promise, HuMan, remember the promise he gave us.”

“Boneofmybone, tell it to me again.”

Smiling, she said, “We will see him again. The father shall become the Seed, and shall bring us again into his presence with gladness and rejoicing. His heel shall crush the beast.” Pausing, she looked pensively at her two sons. “Which once of our sons, HuMan, will do this thing?”

The man’s eyes followed hers. “They are so like us, those two. Cain has your smile, your walk, and your sharp intellect, my lovely Boneofmybone.”

She smiled. “But Abel is your image. He has your strength, your same bright countenance and your earnest, steady heart.”

Hand in hand, they watched their two sons who were standing apart from one another at the edge of a field golden ripe unto harvest. Abel’s eye was fixed on the field, his arms waving excitedly as he spoke to his brother, but Cain was not listening. His face was creased with scorn. Eve shuddered involuntarily. “An unnamed beast has its eye on them, HuMan.”

“I see it.”

“You have named every other beast, HuMan, will you not name this beast also, that we may know our enemy? This is not the first time it has prowled so close to camp. It scares me.”

“It scares me also. But I have named it. I did it the day God said goodbye.” HuMan turned a troubled gaze to his wife. “Its name is Rage.”
    
Rage. Eve felt her face pale. Rage evoked images in her mind of uncontrolled passion, words without reason, and the purposeful destruction of all that dared to interfere with its lust for revenge. “Then there is no hope,” she said flatly.

“There is hope,” said Adam. “Remember the Seed. He will love righteousness and hate wickedness, therefore God, our God, has anointed him with the oil of gladness above his fellows. God is our Creator and he is our Lord. Do not despair.”

“Of which Seed do you speak, HuMan? Cain or Abel?”

“Neither. We will conceive and bear another, Boneofmybone. We will call him Seth, the appointed one.”

Another baby. Eve welcomed the thought. “And at his birth, HuMan, will color return to the world and the stars remember their song? Will harmony and peace prevail among brothers? Will Rage avert its eye from our sons?”

“Rage cannot live in the presence of truth, humility, and righteousness.”

“Our son will have these traits, HuMan? He will save his brothers?"

“Boneofmybone, truth, humility, and righteousness are not traits. They are the nature of the Seed who is to come. Truth, humility, and righteousness become the nature of all who follow the Seed into a life saved from the corruption that gave Rage its entrance into the world. Each must choose for himself whether or not to follow the Seed and be free."

“They will follow Seth?”

Adam did not know how to answer Eve. But but we know. Many generations after Seth the Seed was born in a manger in Bethlehem. He died on Passover and rose from the dead on Easter morning. All who call on the name of Jesus Christ will be saved.

This includes you who were once far away from God. You were his enemies, separated from him by your evil thoughts and actions. Yet now God has reconciled you to himself through the death of Christ in his physical body. As a result, he has brought you into his own presence, and you are holy and blameless as you stand before him without a single fault. (Colossians 1:21-22 NLT)

The Seed. Jesus Christ. Do you know him? 

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