Oct 15

6/5 ‘The Choice’ by Max Lucado applies to Conflict Solutions

As we continue to look at the records found in the book of Genesis, we can see so many underlying themes that applied to us today.  Here is a noted author with his comments to the story.  One of my favourite authors, Max Lucado gives us an insight into the choices made by Adam and Eve.  Here is his version of events:


He placed one scoop of clay upon another until a form lay lifeless on the ground.  All of the Garden’s inhabitants paused to witness the event.  Hawks hovered.  Giraffes stretched.  Trees bowed. Butterflies paused on petals and watched.

“You will love me, nature,” God said.  “I made you that way.  You will obey me universe.  For you were destined to do so.  You will reflect my glory skies, for that is how you were created.  But this one will be like me.  This one will be able to choose.”

All were silent as the Creator reached into Himself and removed something yet unseen.  A seed.  “It’s called ‘choice’.  The seed of choice,” Creation stood in silence and gazed upon the lifeless form.  An angel spoke, “But what if he…what if he chooses not to love?”  The creator finished.  “Come, I will show you.”  Unbound by today, God and the angel walked into the realm of tomorrow.  “There, see the fruit of the seed of choice, both the sweet and the bitter.”

The angel gasped at what he saw.  Spontaneous love.  Voluntary devotion.  Chosen tenderness.  Never had he seen anything like these.  He felt the love of the Adams. 

He heard the joy of Eve and her daughters.  He saw the food and marvelled at the warmth.  “Heaven has never seen such beauty, my Lord.  Truly, this is your greatest creation.

“Ah, but you’ve only seen the sweet.  Now witness the bitter.”

A stench enveloped the pair.  The angel turned in horror and proclaimed,  “What is it?”  The Creator spoke only one word: “Selfishness.”

The angel stood speechless as they passed through centuries of repugnance.  Never had he seen such filth.  Rotten hearts.  Ruptured promises.  Forgotten loyalties.

Children of the creation wandering blindly in lonely labyrinths.

“This is the result of the choice?” the angel asked.


“They will forget You?”


“They will reject You?”


“They will never come back?”

“Some will. Most won’t.”

“What will make them listen?”

The Creator walked on in time, further and further into the future, until He stood by a tree.  A tree that would be fashioned into a cradle.  Even then, He could smell the hay that would surround Him.  With another step into the future, He paused before another tree.  It stood alone, a stubborn ruler of a bald hill.  The-trunk was thick, and the wood was strong.  Stony brow of another hill.  … and soon He would be mounted on it.  He felt the wood rub against a back He did not yet wear.

“Would you go down there?”  The angel asked.

“I will.”

“Is there no other way?”

“There is not.”

“Wouldn’t it be easier to not plant the seed?  Wouldn’t it be easier to not give the choice?”

“It would,” the Creator spoke slowly.  “But to remove the choice is to remove the love.”

He looked around the hill and foresaw a scene.  Three figures hung on three crosses.  Arms spread.  Heads fallen forward.  They moaned with the wind.  Men clad in soldiers’ garb sat on the ground near the trio.  They played games in the dirt and laughed.  Men clad in religion stood off to one side.  They smiled.  Arrogant, cocky.  They had protected God, they thought, by killing this false one.  Women clad in sorrow huddled at the foot of the hill.  Speechless.  Faces tear-streaked.   Eyes downward.  One put her arm around another and tried to lead her away.  She wouldn’t leave.  ” I will stay,” she said softly.”  “I will stay.”

All heaven stood to fight.  All nature rose to rescue.  All eternity poised to protect.  But the Creator gave no command.

“It must be done…”  He said, and withdrew.  But as He stepped back in time, He heard the cry that He would someday scream:  “My God, my God, why have you forsaken Me?”  He wrenched at tomorrow’s agony.

The angel spoke again.  “It would be less painful…”  The Creator interrupted softly.  “But it wouldn’t be love.”

They stepped into the Garden again.  The Maker looked earnestly at the clay of creation.  A monsoon of love swelled up within Him.  God’s form bent over the sculptured face and breathed.  Dust stirred on the lips of the new one.  The chest rose, cracking the red mud.  The cheeks fleshened.  A finger moved and an eye opened.  But more incredible than the moving of flesh was the stirring of the spirit.

Those who could see the unseen gasped.  Perhaps it was the wind who said it first.  Perhaps what the stars saw that moment is what made it blink ever since.  Maybe it was left to an angel to whisper it:  “It looks like…it appears so much like…it is Him!”  The angel wasn’t speaking of the face, the features, or the body.  He was looking inside – at the soul.  “It’s eternal!” gasped another.

Within the man, God had placed a divine seed.  A seed of His self! The God of might had created, not a creature, but another creator.  ….  and the One who had chosen to love had created one who could love in return.


you are special 9781859855423If you found this post inspiring, you might find some of Max Lucado’s book helpful as well.  You can find his books HERE on the Book Depository!  Free world wide postage too.

This story always touches me deeply as I can hear the cry of our Creator’s heart down through the ages.  Yes, He did provide the Saviour and eventually, the snake’s head is crushed.  May you know the Eternal Plans of the Creator in your life!

Susanne Fengler, Blog Author


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