In 2021, one of my goals is to read the whole Bible. I want to read it like a story, not an assignment. I want to get to know the characters better, to see their storylines weave in and out of one another, to see themes develop. And being who I am, I don’t want to wait to January 1st to start.
So this morning I flipped open the cover to Genesis. Creation begins, God making each day’s work designed to bring the life of the next day’s work. He creates people, one from the other, one flesh without even the separation of a name. The fall happens, and this flesh is divided, and in the act of naming, a division is noted. The consequences of choosing to disobey God are laid out.
I pull out my journal and start to write down questions I have. When and why did the animals change from eating plants? What did the serpent look like before? Why did God say that man “must not be allowed to reach out his hand and eat from the tree of life? God DOES want us to eat from the tree of life. Is it the “reach out his hand” that had to change? Why?
I return to reading, and move on to the first brothers, Cain and Abel. Abel kept the flocks and Cain worked the soil. It was those two words which gave me pause. “kept” and “worked.” A quick search on blueletterbible.org showed me that a keeper was one who holds something that has been entrusted to them, while the word describing Cain denotes servitude, that one would make themselves a servant of the other. And Cain..is serving…the soil.
I flipped back to Genesis 2 and reread the consequences of the fall of man. God says to Adam, “Cursed is the ground because of you; through painful toil you will eat food from it all the days of your life.” Something clicked in my head. What we see with these brothers is not that one chose one job and one did another. What is demonstrated is that Abel is doing the work assigned to man at creation and Cain is doing the work which is the result of the fall of man.
The brothers each bring God an offering, Cain bringing “some of the fruits of the soil” and Able bringing “fat portions from some of the firstborn of his flock.” My whole life I have heard this explained as “Cain brought some, but Abel brought his best.”
I pulled my journal back out. I had questions.
Was it that Cain didn’t bring the best? Or is it that he brought the fruit of HIS toil, the result of the curse? Perhaps the point was not that Cain didn’t pick the perfect potato, but that his offering wasn’t returning to God what was His. Cain offered to God the evidence of his own hard work.
For much of my life, reading this rejection stung. It felt arbitrary. I guess God likes steak, more than vegetables. There is no explanation of how Cain’s vegetables are subpar, just that they are “some.” Couldn’t they have been good ones? There is nothing telling us that Cain had any guidelines on what to offer.
In the same way, I often felt that I didn’t know how to pick a good offering. I would work at doing what I thought was right, but it didn’t seem to turn out how I thought it should. I would find myself bargaining with God, “If You ______, then I will ______.” Or sometimes, “Come on, God, I _______. Can’t You do better?” I would try to do the right things, but I often felt like giving up. I felt like I was standing before a flesh-eating God with a basket of small potatoes.
Not to mention, Abel didn’t have to do much to make the animals fat. He just had to watch them, guide them, and let them do what animals were made to do.
How many times had I seen others, who without even seeming to try, just had this easy faith and lives that reflected the favor of God? How is that fair?
Poor Cain, I used to think. He was set up.
God tells Cain off and Cain doesn’t go hunt down his brother, he invites him to the very field that where he had worked so hard to grow “some fruit.” There, he lashes out. He murders his brother. God reappears and the curse that is issued to Cain is that he will no longer be able to produce crops and he will be nomadic. Then God tacks on that Cain can not be killed.
How does that punishment fit the crime? Shouldn’t Cain be killed? (Oh, isn’t that the trouble with the knowledge of good and evil? We question God’s justice constantly.)
Perhaps the punishment is not just this really specific literal punishment of this one guy. Perhaps the punishment is there for anyone who attempts to build his offering on his own merit. The punishment exists for those who slaughter the representation of the offering which is simply returning to God what God has entrusted to him.
The toil will no longer bear fruit. There will be no sense of home, of community. And the result of that punishment, it will make man wish to make that fruitless, rootless toiling come to any end…but it never will.
It is grim, for sure. Hopeless, one might think. Except…
When God tells Cain off, if I change the voice in my head from a condemning, angry voice, I hear the offer of hope. God says to Cain, “Why are you angry? Why is your face downcast? If you do what is right, will you not be accepted? But if you do not do what is right, sin is crouching at your door; it desires to have you, but you must rule over it.”
Cain wasn’t set up. Just like his parents weren’t set up in the garden. They had options. Cain had options. The very fact that Abel kept flocks shows us that even outside the garden walls, we can do what God designed us to do. We do not live hopeless existences bound to failure at every turn. We have options, and God reminds us that we must rule over it. And if we must, one can assume…we can. God says as much to Cain.
The story of Cain and Abel is not about a ruthless, picky God. It is the example of what happens when we live our lives under the curse of the fall of man, when we chose to tend our own garden. No potato Cain picked would have been good enough.
And this story offers hope.
Abel’s sacrifice was never Abel’s sacrifice. The point isn’t that Abel created something special. It’s that GOD created something special. God created that animal. God created the fat and ordered its birth. We don’t have to create an offering good enough for God. We just have to tend to what God creates and return thanks to Him.
God is not a flesh eating monster waiting to condemn me and consume me. God is a provider. God gives good gifts and equips us well. God has good things for us to do and it doesn’t have to be an endless death march through life.
What does this have to do with New Year’s resolutions? Many of us are sitting with good intentions of improving ourselves. We have a list of things that will make us better people. Go running. Make the bed daily. Lose weight. Be a better spouse/parent/friend. Read the Bible.
These are good potatoes. These are good sheep. One of these is not more noble than the others.
But we did not create our bodies to serve a scale or to run a race. We did not form our relationships. We did not author the Bible. God did those things for us, for His glory and for our good. It is right for us to care for them.
As you (and I) go forward with our goals this year, ask these 3 questions.
What is the good gift God has given you?
How can you tend to it well?
And how can you return it with thanksgiving to the One who gave it to you?
Then you will not toil in drudgery.
Then you keep well.
And I think you will find that what you offer will be accepted.