Eden

“Ride the crazy wheel of the twenty-first century


Well a million miles have come and gone


And there’s nothing left to bleed


Bear the cross of freedom


It burns me like a brand


That’s the price of miracles


The price of human demand


And the things I love they seem to allude me now


My time is raindrops falling on a rusty plow”

Last Train To Eden by Peter Mayer, Roger Guth, Jim Mayer

“Bear the cross of freedom, it burns me like a brand.”

This week we find ourselves East of Eden. Due to our own choices and brokenness we find ourselves outside of Paradise. The cheering which took place on Sunday is quickly turning to worry and fear.

The baptismal font in the devotion is from St. James Piccadilly-London. It’s the font where William Blake was baptized. I like it because you can see Adam and Eve next to the tree.  Learn more HERE.   

We are making our journey to another tree, the cross. Much has been written about how this “tree” is present or absent in many theologies and even church buildings today. Jesus knew loneliness He knew abandonment. He felt betrayal, shame and pain. This wondrous love we celebrate came at a cost.

Today I’m meditating on the cost of discipleship. I’m grateful for what Jesus did for the world.

Peace,

rtg