You might recognize, best Beloved, (as Kipling was wont to address his reader), the title of my post from the Shaker song so beautifully set by Aaron Copland in his Appalachian Spring. Here it is played by Yo-yo Mah and sung by Allison Kraus.
Kurk's post is personal and touching. Though it plays with language, it suggests that we can and do reach deeper in our use thereof. Perhaps we are not aware of our spin or our power. Can we hear what we spin? And as important, can we hear what another spins?
There are many questions that come up in the life of a single human. Some are worth discussion and some are discussions that are distracting.The story of the Adam is one where some discussions are distracting - like the creation-evolution argument. The argument must be made, but do not let it distract you from the power of the myth of that garden and the unified word of יְהוָה אֱלֹהִים that is evident. Don't be upset that you don't understand Hebrew. Even if I translated those words - Adonai Elohim, or Hashem Elohim, or the Lord God, you would not understand them. They are not there to be understood but rather that you should be known.
Ken has a post on special creation here, another distraction. You, we, they, are, best Beloved, in this power, special, because the light is good. And for no other reason. I.e. for no reason, for what I have cited as reason is not reason. Nevertheless, even the atheist knows what is good. Special creation of the human is a distraction. What if יְהוָה אֱלֹהִים, surprise, knows also the beasts, and the creepy crawlies, and the birds, yea, even the Hippo (so Job, perhaps). Does יְהוָה אֱלֹהִים know you, best Beloved? Or do you still hide behind the paper wall of your theological fig-leaves?
This post could go in many directions - like where Doug has taken it, but I prefer not to respond directly to the
How long, how long, אֲדֹנָי אֱלֹהֵינוּ must we put up with this distracted generation?