A misfortune that we (as humanity) wished on ourselves in concert with Adam and Eve in the garden.
I’ve wondered sometimes why such a complicated story, why such grief, both for us and for the Lord.
But I think I’ve concluded that true love could never act in any other way. We would cease to have love — we would have but robotic puppet strings — if our life before God were mechanistic. God went to all that trouble, and put us to all that trouble, in order that love could be true, even though hatred could be genuine too.
Yes. We are in the image of God, which includes love and anger.