June 9, 2001

Oh, Father Adam, what have you done to us all?
You have failed Eve and all her children.
Not once, but twice, you failed her!
Why did you not rescue her from the serpent?
Why did you not trust the true Father, God?

What pain of child birth Eve must experience?
Not just in Cain and Abel but also in Seth
and in us all forever who can no longer live:
Life that knows love only through pain and shadows;
Love that is but whispers against screaming distrust.

Oh, Father Adam, why did you not stand between them
when the serpent dared to unlawfully address your bride?
Why did you not tell him to take it up with your glorious Father?
How is it you stood there, passive and impotent, listening to emptiness
when you had experienced real conversation with God?

And what of the moment of truth - between Eve's lust and your death?
Seeing the result, why did you, even yet, not battle for God?
Did Eve seduce you and inflame your wild heart to lust?
Did she run and hide, a premonition of your future, yet
you chose shame with her over trusting God and saving her?

Your lack of courage and your desire have enslaved Eve's children.
We sons of Adam lie with daughters of Eve in prisons of hell.
We glory in our love making - knowing only the lust and sweat
as Satan cackles with delight at our contentment to call this ecstasy
while Eve's daughters slowly surrender their beauty to false security.

When we try to be men in the gift you gave us - your blessing,
that erroneous knowledge that you gained at the expense of life,
we find all our valiant efforts polluted and made foolish;
increasingly impotent to save our brides and our children and ourselves
for the more we try, the more our pride betrays us to death.

And what cause do we fight for - worth life or death?
We slave constantly for comfort that is only laziness and sloth.
We fight for mammon and its meaningless treasures sacrificing
the real treasures of our hearts and those of our sons and daughters.
All our adventures and journeys merely fill us with dismay and longing.

Who shall save us from this life of death and horror we've come to love?
Praise be to the glorious God who, beyond mercy, offers consuming grace
for He sent His Son to fight the battle of death for us that we might live.
While we scoffed and jeered at His valiant rescue, guilty by association,
He willingly died to save us and we were too deceived to understand.

Even then was God's grace extended much more to overcome deception
for He sent His Spirit into the world to gather us homeless children
to attend the wedding feast of the true Son, not as a guest, but,
incredibly, as His bride.
While we were illegal aliens, He loved and called us to marry Him
that our citizenship is complete and irrevocable in heaven and earth.

And how incredible His love in His patient ministering to our wounds
that He will love us even if we use His grace to turn from Him;
even when we sneak out to meet our old lovers on our wedding night?
How great is His love that He would willingly be made a fool
to patiently and valiantly rescue and heal us from the all harms?

Oh Adam, had you but trusted in God, your Father,
would He not have righted the wrongs having already provided the lamb
for God has done so even though you abandoned Him for Eve's lust?
Because of your choice, sin has increased and killed us all but
God's grace increased all the more swallowing sin in our Lord's love.

So we die to this unworthy life to live to His life of reconciliation
We must die to the flesh; to being sons of Adam and daughters of Eve
that we may be born to the Spirit as children of God in the Son, Jesus.
For our Lord has called us to His life, His Table, and His adventure
and we have the power of His blood to participate in His real purpose.

Now will we Sons of God, by His power and His awesome plan,
rescue the sons and daughters of Adam and Eve 
from their Father, the Devil.
We will route out the accuser's wounds of the heart 
filling them with God's love.
We will boldly participate in the battle against the forces of evil
that separate men from God for by Christ we have won already.

Oh Father, God, what have you done to us all?
You have risked all your works on our choice to love you
so you might have sons and daughters in love and faith
made more than mere servants by your son Christ Jesus.
Oh Father, how great is the mystery of your extravagant love?

Inspired while reading Wild At Heart by John Eldredge.

Extravagant Love
Copyright ©2001, Michael Todd Boyum. All rights reserved.