I believe there was a time in an Eden garden when we were all that we were intended to be. Our life was pristine. It was once good for all of us. Perfect intimacy with God and one another. Total vulnerability. Nothing to hide or fear. No need for escape was present. No addictions to contend with. No large ego to navigate around. No secret lusts to sever us from our lover. No need to lie or hide. No jealousy when good things happened to others. No abuse or harm inflicted. No bad attitudes and no broken promises. There was an exciting energy that we brought to each day. Every task was done with grace and beauty. There were no hindrances to our work or creativity and Creation was perfect. Our minds were focused, able to comprehend and process new information with perfect recall. A solid purpose filled our days and there was never a lonely moment Sunsets. Sunrises. Lush gardens. Exotic animals. Romance. Beauty. Adventure. Eden, Adam and Eve had it all. Sin didn’t belong here. But thousands of years of human history are proof enough that paradise has been lost. We have taken our lives into our own hands; we have been crushed and we have crushed one another. We’ve flunked-out, dropped-out, and burned-out. We’re broke and we’ve broken. We’ve drugged ourselves into oblivion. We’ve shattered our families. We’ve contracted diseases and illness because of our illicit affairs. We’ve submersed ourselves into immorality. We are the broken ones who live in a broken world. In the words of Dallas Willard (Renovation of the Heart: Putting on the Character of Christ): “The HIV positives and the herpes-ridden. The overemployed, the underemployed, the unemployed. The unemployable. The swindled, the shoved-aside, the replaced. The lonely, the incompetent. The emotionally starved and the emotionally dead.” We are the broken ones. We cannot deny it. The brutal and the bigoted. Drug lords and pornographers. War criminals and sadist. Terrorists. The perverted and the filthy and the filthy rich. We are a wreck. We are so messed up! Even those in the church are broken: easily offended, given to jealousy, loose lips that assassinate reputations, pride of position. We try to lose ourselves in our work. We get addicted. We have affairs. We develop colorful fantasies fed by dime-store romances or pornography. We learn to enjoy the juicy intrigues and secrets of gossip. We don’t parent right. We distance ourselves from others to hide beyond the agnosticism we feel in our own heart. We are all in danger of missing the life God intended for us. We are searching for Eden.