Shame
Shame
Genesis 2:7
7 The Lord God formed the man from the soil of the ground and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life, and the man became a living being.
The breath of Life became the Spirit and I a living soul.
Adam first and then the Fall that broke the precious mold.
Death came upon me ... my soul dead as can be.
I have no idea what a living soul would feel like in me.
My memory also died ... the Fall destroyed it all.
I know, I walked in Adam with God before the Fall.
I died with Adam on that day and gave Eve all the blame.
“Who cares about it anyway”, is death’s attitude in shame.
Really?
Jan Wienen
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