Every Sunday morning in the town of Huntington, Indiana, almost to the hour and especially around noon the air is filled with the sound of ringing bells. One of the many things that tied my college town and my home town together. Continue reading
Things changed after we left the garden. As we left, we thought that the presence would stay in the garden, that we were separated from it. However, the presence never left it just took on a different form. The form it took eventually became known as Yahweh.
We discovered that the plants no longer bore fruit year round, but grew at different rates and had to be harvested at different times. I started to gather the seeds and plant fields of food that we knew we could eat.
My bother Abel, found that sheep traveled in herds on this side of the garden and that with the right guidance could become quite loyal. He decided to make this his living.
I don’t know when the tradition started, but each year we gave something to Yahweh as an offering. I gave some of my produce that I had harvested that year. Abel always gave the best of his flock. I didn’t get it like I do now. I didn’t see the point of giving the best. I mean if it’s the best, I usually want to use that for next year’s starter seed to ensure a good and plentiful harvest. However, Yahweh chose Abel’s gift over mine.
Yahweh came to me and asked why I was so angry. It wasn’t that the gift was bad; it was the attitude and nature of the gift/giver and warned me that this kind of attitude only leads to evil. I know that now, but at the time this only infuriated me even more.
Sometime later, I invited Abel to take a look at some of the wheat harvest. While Abel was looking the other way, I picked up a stone and charged Abel, beating him over the head over and over again, until something happened. He became quiet, he stopped fighting back and his limbs dropped to the ground, becoming very still. I freaked out, covered Abel’s body with dirt, and fled from the place, getting as far away as possible.
It was not long afterwards that Yahweh found me. He asked me where Abel was. Great, so now I was my brother’s keeper. It wasn’t long until I heard the screams, the wailing of my parents. Yahweh told me that Abel cried out to him from the ground, and for that I was cast out of his presence. It was more that could conceive possible, unlike being cast out of the garden, this time it was forever. I would never find a home and would become a nomad, wandering around, never staying in the same place for more than a few weeks. I begged Yahweh, knowing that everyone would be after me. Yahweh placed a physical sign on me that would keep everyone away, and if anyone did hurt me, something far worse would happen to them.
I headed east of the Garden, towards Nod and settled there. I eventually married and had a son, Enoch. Eventually I founded a town and named it after my son.
I have since learned that offerings should be of our best, not just what we want to give. I have tried to pass this on to my children and their children, but to what degree it will stick in their minds, I have no idea.