“Now no shrub of the field was yet in the earth, and no plant of the field had yet sprouted, for the LORD God had not sent rain upon the earth, and there was no man to cultivate the ground.
But a mist used to rise from the earth and water the whole surface of the ground. Then… God formed man of dust from the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living being… God planted a garden toward the east, in Eden; and there He placed the man whom He had formed.” (Genesis 2:5-8)
From a place where mist used to rise, in a garden,
God created the first human person.
Mists are mysterious. They mystify. Scripture says that we’re born into a beautiful garden, shrouded in the mysteries of life.
Salvation history began at this moment, and continues on to today. But today, we celebrate the Easter season, and our Savior is risen and in our midst.
How did we get from mist to midst?
Our walk with God has been a complicated one. With freedom, we’ve fallen from grace. We’ve toiled and worked in the gardens of our lives, and struggled through sin, suffering, loss and even death.
Death. That’s the “d” that splits the word mist.
These things, especially the finality of death, remain mysterious and dreadful realities, unless we truly rejoice in what we’re celebrating these days.
Does Jesus’ death split the mist in your life?
Can His Presence in your midst make sense of all your suffering?
Mary Magdalene’s in a “mist”- a mist of tears and of confusion. She’s in the mist of the early morning hours after being up all night weeping.
Jesus said to her, “Woman, why are you weeping? Whom are you seeking?” Supposing Him to be the gardener, she said to Him, “Sir, if you have carried Him away, tell me where you have laid Him, and I will take Him away.” (John 20:15)
Here we are back in a garden. It’s not until the “Gardener” calls her name, that all the mist evaporates.
He’s in our midst.
And His death has separated all the confusion. His death has breathed life back into the human person.
“Was it not necessary for the Christ to suffer these things and to enter into His glory?” (Luke 24:26)
Notice He doesn’t take the “d” word away. In fact it seems to be the only way!
If we do not know the necessity of dying with Christ as the mysterious reality of a life of faith, we can never really know the beauty of His Presence, risen and in our midst.
Let His death defy the MIST-ery.
Let His death make all things clear. Our Savior rises in glory and He lives, so we can too.
The Gardener calls your name in your MIDST.