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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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