It was a summer when my raging hormones were doing constant battle against my entrenched morality.
I was a good boy with a head full of bad ideas.
So when church camp rolled around, I had lost my earlier childhood passion for scripture verses and vespers, and was more intently interested in swimming at the lake and eyeballing the fruitfulness of the blooming damsels.
This year the church had decided to draft two older teens to act as counselors for us young’uns. They were named Jack and Jill.
Really.
They were three years older, which made them both extraordinarily intimidating and elevated them to the status of Olympian gods. They were so cool. Everything they did was cool.
So one day when they went up the hill together (not kidding) I decided to follow at a distance, careful not to be seen, to ascertain what such dynamic human specimens did in their free time.
They must have walked for about fifteen minutes before finding a very private clearing in the woods. Going over to a nearby maple tree, Jack lay down and Jill climbed on top of him, fully clothed–and then he rubbed his against hers to create theirs.
I was shocked, befuddled and completely titillated.
It was like watching zoo animals, except they knew algebra.
Trying not to stumble, I exited the scene, running back to camp to ask my friend (whose father was a doctor in Columbus and who seemed to know everything about everything) what exactly my eyes had beheld.
With the calm and studious nature of a professor, he explained that Jack and Jill were “humping.” I was a little put off by the term, yet everything I came up with–for instance, “rubbing” and “entangled”–seemed no better.
He said my particular viewing of humping was of the “dry” variety.
I was enraged.
I was engorged.
I was torn between my envious nature over their pleasure and my Biblical knowledge of the perils of fornication. So blending the two together–envy and disdain–I went to the pastor in charge of the camp and squealed on them.
He promised that no one would ever find out that it was me, and a meeting was planned to dismiss the two from camp due to their immorality.
Sensing their ultimate betrayal, Jack and Jill went on the “lamb” and Splitsville.
I felt bad.
Two reasons: I realized that I hurt two people to make myself look good, and secondly, I couldn’t get the humping vision out of my mind–not because it was unpleasant, but because secretly I wished it was me.
I learned a valuable lesson that year at church camp. It had very little to do with the Law of Moses or the major doings of the minor prophets.
I learned that it is my job to pay attention to concerns that pertain to me and to try to leave other people alone.
After all, we humans are a jumbled mess of emotion, spirituality, mentality and physical urges. To sit in judgment of one another sets up the scenario for our own comical fall from the throne of self-righteousness.
Because … when Jack goes up the hill and falls down, Jill often comes tumbling after. It’s just the way we are.
It’s all because deep inside of us, we are trying to … “fetch that damn pail of water.”
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And life is where ability, faith and our daily bread of situations merge together.
It’s meant to be abundant.
It is intended to be fascinating.
It is not free of hassle, yet within the struggle is a great learning gift which further enriches our experience.
Anything that deters us from eating of the Tree of Life and gaining strength, wisdom and energy is counter-productive to our humanity and destructive to our character.
So as the story goes, God placed this gift of life right in the middle of all the activity. It wasn’t hidden at all. Like every other possibility in the Garden of Eden, it was “good for food and pleasant to the eyes.”
Yet is was absent of distraction. That particular misleading element was found in the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil. And this tree was useless to our human escapade because knowing what’s evil does not give us the function of improving our situation. After all, since we are not gods and do not control our Olympus, we end up being at the mercy of despair.
God offers one piece of advice to his free-will creatures: having the knowledge of good and evil, which appears to offer elements of being wise, only introduces futility, which makes us exhausted to partake of life in the middle of our existence.
Adam and Even didn’t get it.
They listened to the voices screaming for self-improvement and pursued a knowledge which made them feel they were naked and vacant of the capacity to change their situation for the better.
Though many of my friends and even family members argue with me continually about television shows, movies, books and even blue-tinted comedy routines which offer a view on the bleak side of life, insisting that this is an element of maturity lending itself to greater understanding, I have to shake my head and say that the knowledge of evil does not make me a god.
It makes me a victim.
Jesus told us we should “be as little children.” So anything that comes before my eyes and into my heart which is not suitable for a child of eight years only ends up pointing out to me the deficit in my society, the weakness of my character and the vacancy in my soul.
Just like Eve, we are pressured into believing that we are deprived of experience by a God who refuses to allow us to explore our sensibilities.
But all that Adam and Eve achieved was a weirded-out feeling–that the things they had been participating in and enjoying were now somewhat dirty, nasty and needed to be hidden.
“Why do you think you’re naked?” says God to a frightened Adam.
Who told you and me that it’s “adult” to watch men beating up women? Or solid citizens losing their minds and becoming criminals? Or sexuality being reduced to the mere visualization of humping?
Yet this is what is chosen.
So on that day, whether completely truthful or partially a metaphor, when man and woman chose knowledge over life, two things became evident: (1) we, as a species, have to learn to escape evil to find the good and munch on life; and (2) a plan of salvation to light up the road to that discovery would be necessary.
Yes, Good Friday was a bad thing that happened because human beings thought it was possible to become gods through knowledge.
It is life that makes us powerful.
It is life that welcomes intelligence.
And life is always right there … in the middle of what we’re doing.
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