I guess I should be grateful. If Adam had not acted like a pine tree with half its needles missing, I might not have started thinking about what was going on. Oh, I know, you’ve all heard the story about how it was me, Eve, who ate the forbidden fruit and sin entered the world. But who wrote that story, I ask you. It was a man, wasn’t it? That version is just another one of men’s sacrifice stories.
Don’t you hear the male vocal chords all over the world repeating. Adam’s familiar response: “It’s not my fault, the woman that you gave to me, she told me to do it.” Did you catch that little bit, “that you gave me.” He could have made the other statement, “Look at my rib, I gave that up so that she could live and then she went and got me in trouble.” When do men ever take responsibility for their own action? The Garden really isn’t that big but when we get lost when we are exploring, do you think Adam would ever stop and ask the giraffe, who has a much better view, where to go. No, he just keeps wandering, getting more and more lost, and telling me not to worry; he knows what he is doing.
Well, let me tell you the other side of the story. Did I eat the forbidden fruit? Yes, I accept responsibility for my actions. I was the first one to have a rebellious thought – actually, truth be known, I may have been the first one to have any thought period. My gluttonous husband was so busy tasting all the different plants and complaining about his sore side that he didn’t have time to think.
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