Guys, I was pondering this last night as I was reading one of my books for my seminary course. This is what I wrote down, and I thought I'd share it with y'all:
We long for a return to the garden. We can even experience it through a seemingly fogged glass, but we cannot see fully through it just yet.
Our sin, and our emotions tied to a false belief of how we are experience life, keeps us far from it. Our longings, though, turn to action, and that action we take can bring us success in whatever it is the Lord has blessed us with, letting us almost smell the air of Eden; this creates in us a joy and epace we can barely grasp, like a floundering fish caught during starvation.
It's at this point we swell with pride, and say, "it is I who did this magnificent thing!" and forget to thank God for what we've experienced, those longings finally satiated, that we are thrust from our temporary encounter with the garden, and are brought back to the glass, our faces pressed tightly as if only we could just taste and see again, perhaps our loneliness, anger, depression, anxiety, pain, sorry, etc. will finally go away. Oh, how we needed saving from this.
Initial thoughts?