First of all, let me say HELLO! It has been a bazillion years since I last posted a blog. I had a very busy year last year and have intentionally scaled back my schedule so I would have more time to blog and vlog. Yes, I want to start vlogging! I hope to post short videos of songs I’m working on, or maybe sometimes just old hymns. . . . I’m not exactly sure what that’s gonna look like yet — just something I’m thinking about. But first I need to learn how to shoot the videos and all that stuff. Anyhoo, I hope you’ll join me on Monday and Thursday mornings. I hope to offer you something worth reading (or listening to) that can enhance your quiet time with Jesus. 🙂
So back to the title of this blogpost. Why on earth would I want to be like Adam??? He’s the infamous guy who messed up royally way back at the beginning of time. The guy we have to thank for all of the world’s chaos. In one iconic moment of weakness, the world was forever changed. But I can’t be too hard on the guy — the real blame should be laid on the crafty serpent. It was his subtle scheme that enticed Eve and then Adam to partake in the forbidden fruit, right? In the end, it doesn’t really matter who’s to blame. What happened, happened — and we’re all paying the price to this very day. Ugh.
Anyway, on a slightly lighter note, back to the question at hand. What is it that I so admire about Adam that would make me want to write a blogpost about him? Well actually there are a lot of things. We was a great zookeeper. (Let that sink in for a minute.) But not only did he take care of all of God’s creatures, he even named them all! The guy was smart!
The man gave names to all the cattle, and to the birds of the sky, and to every beast of the field. . . .
I can picture him now — “That colorful one looks like a, a, a parrot. But that black bird over there . . . hmmm . . . that looks like a raven to me.” What in the world?????
I also like Adam because when it came to Eve, he was all about it! Adam is the primary example in the Bible of how a man should be “joined” to his wife (Gen. 2:24). The word “joined” in the Hebrew means to cling to, to stick to, to stick with (I like this one), to keep close, to pursue. There is something natural and God-ordained and awesome about a man pursuing a woman. Back in college, one of my very best friends had a guy pursuing her, and she didn’t like him at all. He was what I would call overzealous — following her around campus, jockeying for position in the cafeteria line to be near her, incessantly asking her out — to the point that, she got to where she didn’t even want him around. (He’s really not as creepy as I am making him sound — spoiler alert** — he ends up getting the girl). Long story longer, she went off to Thailand on a two-year mission thinking that a couple of oceans and continents between them would mellow this guys affections. Not in the least. In fact, the opposite happened. He followed her to Thailand! Talk about keeping close, sticking with! She didn’t want him there at first, but slowly, slowly, he wooed her heart. Thank you to guys who throw caution to the wind to pursue the woman they love with total and complete abandon. You inspire all of us to believe in the power of self-sacrificing love. And that goes for you too Adam!
But the #1 reason I want to be like Adam is implied in Genesis 3:8-11a:
They heard the sound of the LORD God walking in the garden in the cool of the day, and the man and his wife hid themselves from the presence of the LORD God among the trees of the garden. Then the LORD God called to the man, and said to him, “Where are you?” He said, “I heard the sound of You in the garden, and I was afraid because I was naked; so I hid myself.” And He said, “Who told you that you were naked?”
Here’s the thing. No one had to tell Adam he was in the wrong. He just knew. Because he now had the knowledge of good and evil, because of the loss of innocence, Adam was horrifyingly aware of his nakedness, his sin. Oh to be this sensitive to sin in my own life! I pray for a keen awareness of my own sin — I don’t want my senses to become dulled to that which offends God. So in this way, I want to be just like Adam — quick to admit my faults, my embarrassing nakedness. Owning up to the reality that I need a covering. Sheepishly coming out of hiding and being laid bare before a loving and merciful God. I know now that fig leaves will never do. The second Adam, Jesus, covered me with His own blood.