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Adam and his wife hid
themselves from the face of the Lord God, amidst the trees of paradise. Genesis 3: 8
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MONDAY OF SEPTUAGESIMA WEEK
The
serpent said to the woman: ‘Why hath God commanded you, that you should not eat
of every tree of paradise? Thus opened the conversation, which our mother Eve
so rashly consents to hold with God’s enemy. She ought to refuse all
intercourse with Satan; she does not; and thereby she imperils the salvation of
the whole human race.
Let
us recall to mind the events that have happened up to this fatal hour. God, in
His omnipotence and love, has created two beings, upon whom He has lavished all
the riches of His goodness. He has destined them for immortality; and this
undying life is to have everything that can make it perfectly happy. The whole
of nature is made subject to them. A countless posterity is to come from them,
and love them with all the tenderness of grateful children. Nay, this God of
goodness who has created them, deigns to be on terms of intimacy with them; and
such is their simple innocence, that this adorable condescension does not seem
strange to them. But there is something far
beyond all this. He, whom they have hitherto known by favours of an inferior
order, prepares for them a happiness which surpasses all they could picture
with every effort of thought. They must, first go through a trial; and if
faithful, they will receive the great gift as a recompense they have merited.
And this is the gift: God will give them to
know Him in Himself, make them partakers of His own glory, and make their
happiness infinite and eternal. Yes, this is what God has done, and is preparing
to do for these two beings, who but a while
ago were nothing.
In return for all these gratuitous and
magnificent gifts, God asks of them but one thing: that they acknowledge His
dominion over them. Nothing, surely, can be sweeter to them than to make such a
return; nothing could be more just. All they are, and all they have, and all
the lovely creation around them, has been produced out of nothing by
the
lavish munificence of this God; they must, then, live for Him, faithful, loving,
and grateful. He asks them to give Him one only proof of this fidelity, love,
and gratitude: He bids them not to eat of the fruit of one single tree. The
only return He asks for all the favours He has bestowed upon them, is the
observance of this easy commandment. His sovereign justice will be satisfied by
this act of obedience. They ought to accept such terms with hearty readiness,
and comply with them with a holy pride, as being not only the tie which will unite
them with their God, but the sole means in their power of paying Him what He
asks of them.
But there comes another voice, the voice
of a creature, and it speaks to the woman: ‘Why hath God commanded you, that
you should not eat of every tree?’ And Eve dares, and has the heart, to listen
to him that asks why her divine Benefactor has put a command upon her! She can
bear to hear the justice of God’s will called in question! Instead of
protesting against the sacrilegious words, she tamely answers them! Her God is
blasphemed, and she is not indignant! How dearly we shall have to pay for this
ungrateful indifference, this indiscretion! ‘And the woman answered him, saying:
Of the fruit of the trees that are in paradise we do eat; but of the fruit of
the tree which is in the midst of paradise, God hath commanded us
that
we should not eat, and that we should not touch it, lest perhaps we die.’ Thus
Eve not only listens to the serpent’s question, she answers him; she converses
with the wicked spirit that tempts her. She exposes herself to danger; her
fidelity to her Maker is compromised. True, the words she uses show that she has
not forgotten His command; but
they imply a certain hesitation, which savours of pride and ingratitude.
The spirit of evil finds that he has
excited, in this heart, a love of independence; and that, if he can but
persuade her that she will not suffer from her disobedience, she is his victim.
He, therefore, further addresses her with these blasphemous and lying words:
‘No, you shall not die the death; for God knoweth, that in what day soever you
shall eat thereof, your eyes shall be opened, and you shall be as gods, knowing
good and evil.’ What he proposes to Eve is open rebellion. He has enkindled within
her that perfidious love of self which is man’s worst evil, and which, if it be
indulged, breaks the tie between him and his Creator. Thus the blessings God
has bestowed, the obligation of gratitude,
personal interest, all are to be disregarded and forgotten. Ungrateful man
would become a god; he would imitate the rebel angels: he shall fall as they
did.
IN DOMINICA TYROPHAGI
Come,
my poor soul! bewail this day thy deeds. Think within thyself of that sin in
Eden which made thee naked in Eden, and robbed thee of delight and joy eternal.
Creator of me and of all things! in thy
great goodness creatures and mercy, thou, having made me out of dust, and given
me a soul, didst command me to unite with the angels in praising thee.
My Maker and Lord! in the riches of thy
goodness, thou plantest a paradise of delights in Eden, and biddest me feast on
its lovely, Sweet, and in corruptible fruits.
Woe is me, O my wretched soul! Thy God
permitted thee that thou shouldst enjoy the Eden of delights, if thou wouldst
obey him and not eat of the tree of knowledge. Wherefore didst thou violate his
law?
(O Virgin-Mother of God! Daughter of Adam by
nature, but Mother of Christ by grace! recall me now the exile from Eden.)
The crafty serpent envying me such honour,
whispered his guile into Eve’s ear; and I, alas! deceived by her, was banished
from the land of life.
Rashly stretching forth my hand, I tasted of
the tree of knowledge, which God forbade me even to touch: and then, with keen
sense of grief, I, an exile, lost the glory of God.
Alas, miserable man! How came I not to know
the snare? How was it that I suspected not the enemy’s craft and envy? My soul
was darkened and I set at nought my Creator’s command.
(O most venerable one! my hope and refuge!
who by giving birth to thy Jesus, didst cover the nakedness of fallen Adam,
clothe me too, O Virgin, with this incorruptible garb!)
The Liturgical Year
Abbot Dom Guéranger
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