The Garden of Eden
December 28 was a cold, drizzly day in 1974, the kind of day when Adam and Eve left the garden. I climbed in the car for the ride to church, thinking how different life was going to be after this day had passed. The events unfolded slowly, in a series of snapshots – until the doors opened at the rear of the sanctuary and I saw Lauren, my bride. “You have stolen my heart, my sister, my bride! You have stolen my heart with one glance of your eyes, with one jewel of your necklace.” (Song of Solomon 4:9) Thirty years ago today, I found the garden. For wherever Lauren is, there is Eden.