Pulling weeds is annoying.
Looking back on all of my summers, there were days that were just annoying. Weeds upon weeds being grabbed and then pulled and thrown out, then grabbed, pulled, and thrown out again. As a kid, the monotonous activity was my dread. So was mowing the lawn, but rather than the pattern of grabbing, pulling and throwing out involved with weeds, I was reduced to grabbing and throwing out. Back and forth, back and forth.
It was so boring. And for me, this was the time before iPods, before Discmen or Walkmen, before they were so readily available to everyone. So the only sounds I heard for hours were the running of the old lawnmower engine and my dad telling me that I missed a spot. If there was a way out of mowing the grass or pulling weeds, I would try to find it, even when it meant I had to do something worse. Like laundry or dishes. As monotonous as it was, mowing lawns and pulling weeds was my first real job.
I find it curious how tending to the grass and weeds was Adam’s first job. Being a gardener was the first man’s original occupation.
It was years later, long after I was out of Sunday School, that I realized that Adam was a gardener before anything else. Before he named the animals, before his was a husband to his wife Eve, Adam was a gardener. For whatever reason, it never really resonated with me.
I got to wondering about this first man and his original occupation. Could being a gardener be a part of the Nature of God that was instilled in Adam at his creation? Could it be one of those things that is hardwired into us, a characteristic that we share with God that is deeply ingrained into the fabric of our being?
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