I wish I could walk like Adam in the Garden, protected by God and free to taste, touch, and do as I please. Then the world reminds me I'm not in the Garden. The Garden was closed when humans decided they could manage the world just as well as God.
Then God stepped back to see how they'd do.
Now we walk through life as best we can. Too bad, I'd prefer to walk with God.
We're damned, though not hopeless. There is hope in God's precise instructions on how souls can get back to the Garden. His Holy Word tells us everything we need.
Sadly, so many think they know better.
So, we walk alone.
I think everyone at least, senses, the strangeness of it. Some say as much. Others are distracted with the push and pull of the here-and-now. What's new, what's bigger, what's better? How can I get more of it?
Every now and then some event makes even the dullest of us wonder, "What the hell's goin' on"?
Bad behavior gets rewarded, good behavior gets punished, not always - but too often to be ignored, No one believes this is the way it's supposed to be"!
Children know how it's supposed to be. Adults say, "It is what it is".
The vacuity of, "It is what it is", echoes the emptiness of souls who don't know God. Largely unknown is the truth that when you walk away from God, you necessary walk toward Satan. Secularists will gag at the notion. Reality disagrees.
Bad things happen when people think practicality more important than right and wrong.
Bad things happen less, when people think right and wrong more important than practicality.
That rule happens because "practicality", is guessed, while right and wrong is given
We're all free to act as we will.
I decided years ago to walk with God. My walk may be wobbly, but I do the best I can. When I can't do good, I try at least to avoid doing harm. It's not much, but It's something. It's also calming. God's in charge, not me.
Thank God - literally.
I don't walk like Adam in the Garden, but I stumble less. My days are lighter. My nights more restful. I've no more dragons to slay, no more grails to search. No more anguish over worldly events beyond my control.
No more righteous indignation at slights and troubles. Nothing's flawless in this world. I don't care. I work with what I have.
I appreciate blessings I don't deserve. I forgive capriciously.
It's the walk I've selfishly chosen.