by Linda Veath
Over and over, I hear people commenting about working in their gardens. How they love spending time there because they feel close to God—relaxed and at peace. And though a novice at gardening, I know what it is to feel that joy and peace.
The first garden—the Garden of Eden—was perfect in every way. Adam and Eve lived there in beautiful fellowship with the Lord. How comforting it must have been to hear Him walking in the garden, looking for them. How special to be caretakers of His garden. Yet Adam and Eve ultimately succumbed to the wiles of the devil, rebelled against the Lord, and were expelled from this beautiful and peaceful place.
But the plan of the Lord for our salvation had begun to unfold, leading to another garden—Gethsemane—where Jesus spent time in prayer, pleading with His Heavenly Father to take the cup of suffering away.
And it wasn’t the last garden. After Christ’s death on the cross, His body was laid in a new tomb, in a garden close to Golgotha. He had finished His Father’s work, conquering death and the grave. Three days later, He rose from the dead. Hallelujah!