Seems so clear when I look at Adam and Eve facing the Eden Tree on that ancient misty morning. The two of them in that moment, so pure and full of innocence. And there was that tantalizing presence, that insidious whisper from somewhere up in the leaves. “You will be your own masters; you will be like unto God.” And I shiver because I know that voice and the horrible tragedy hanging just above the heads of our first parents, somewhere in an apple.
I have my own Eden Tree, the main one I face daily, and the little ones that come at me throughout my life. And always that hidden voice. “You can do this. Just this once. You’re not hurting anybody. No one will know!”
Drugs. Alcohol. Money. Lust. Laziness. Ego. What is your Eden Tree? What forbidden fruit is hanging just above your head, up there in the leaves? How is that serpent’s whisper, that slithery, slimy whisper, that hidden voice enslaving you?
Only One can save you from the lure of the Eden Tree! Jesus, I trust in You.