Why I'm No Longer Mad at Eve
Why I’m No Longer Mad at Eve In my younger years, I spent a good portion of my time mad at Eve (and Adam too for that matter). I was told that the pivotal day in the Garden of Eden, that life-altering moment that they decided to partake of the forbidden fruit, is the reason we women have cramps. So once a month, Eve was the subject of many a cry fest as I writhed in pain. I was told that Adam is to blame for the fall of man, for man getting kicked out the Garden, for the beginning of the end, and that he and Eve are the reason the whole world has literally gone to ___ in a handbasket. “Aaaaargh!!” I would scream when I thought of how tranquil life would be if they had not eaten that dog-gone fruit, when I envision us dwelling in paradise, walking with God. Imagine never having the daunting task of picking out clothes for the day because the dress code in the Garden was… well….your birthday suit. I would think of how God told them they could have access to EVERY