Those longing for greater service/leadership/
There is neither historical nor personal quota on the tasks given to us through our first parents except that which God works. How mundane is our first father's name: the Earth-Man points us to our beginning and end. But how wondrous our mother's, which she receives even after her unbelief and fall. Eve, She Who Lives, points us whenever we speak of her to the essence of God's grace: that we earth-men live, impossibly, miraculously, here in time and there in eternity. To accept her utterly humble work is to--can it be true? for how can it be true of me?--receive her honor, that by her the dusty earth is filled with God's greatest work: LIFE, and life in the image of God, and life everlasting.
5 comments:
So true, so eloquently put.
yes...life...screaming, sobbing, pooping, puking, goopy-eyed, tantrum throwing life. too bad I signed on the dotted line with permanent marker instead of pencil ;)
After her fall . . . that's right. I keep forgetting that part.
Did you read about Yitta Schwartz? When she passed away recently, her family estimated that she is the mother, grandmother, great grandmother etc. of about 2,000. Hitler planned to kill her in one of his death camps, but life is powerful.
Ah, eisegesis...how I don't miss thee.
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