Loosen your jaw and begin chewing, this gristle is tough. Adam, living in his story rightly, would have done the same. Adam would not have been the well-behaved Mormon teenager, abstaining from the fruit. He would have looked at Eve, seen her curse, seen her enemy, and gone after that serpent with pure and righteous wrath. He would have then turned to face the pure and righteous wrath of God Himself (that Adam had just imaged), and he would have said something quite simple, something that would be said by another, thousands of years later.
“Take me instead.”
Adam could have been conqueror rather than conquered. Regardless, fallen or unfallen, he was born to die. So are you. So am I. Life is a story. Why do we die? Because we live. Why do we live? Because our Maker opened His mouth and began to tell a story.
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