I was born and raised a Mormon. I was taught that there is a God in heaven who created this world, this Earth– every rock, raindrop and living thing in it. With love for his children he gathered matter and created a world that would not only sustain life but that would be a “garden,” full of beauty and peace, where his creations would live together in fulfillment of this stage of our being.
And then there was The Fall. Having created this world, God stepped back and left us in charge. So we left the garden and began to till the ground. Only, we’ve forgotten the essential element– that spirit or soul of the garden, that which mortals cannot recreate– God’s love, his sharing of this wondrous creation with us, his children. Without love for the creation we cannot hope to prove ourselves as good stewards. Without love for the creation, we merely deconstruct through our digging up and tearing down of the natural world, and crudely attempt to reconstruct based on our own mortal-centered desires of “what it should be,” “what it can give me,” “how it will make me stronger/richer/more powerful.” We have forgotten or simply ignore the other necessary elements of the garden as we try to build and live in our world independent of and with little regard for the other life as well as the sustaining but non-living elements–air, water, soil.
We cannot simply dig our way back into God’s garden nor will the garden that we build be like his, especially if it is shaped as it would be by our consumption-based greedy artificiality. Without true and deep God-like love for the earth, the life and systems that make it His, our Fall from God’s garden continues and we will move farther and farther from him.
And God saw every thing that he had made, and, behold, it was very good. And the evening and the morning were the sixth day.