When we walk in the wilderness, we get to experience a taste – not the fullness, but just a taste – of what it was like before the fall.
What it was like when there was no death, no pain, no sorrow, and God and people spoke together in the cool of the evening.
It’s just a taste. There are constant reminders that we live in a fallen world: the dying bushes, flying gnats, the eagle snagging its prey, the pain from a blister on my foot.
But here is also a taste of what was lost. The peacefulness, the beauty, the harmony, even the clarity of hearing God.
This side of heaven, we can’t regain the fullness of all that was stripped away when Adam and Eve ate the fruit that God had forbidden. But through the cross we can glimpse it – even experience a measure of it – in the things created before that fateful day, in the grace of God, and in the power of the Holy Spirit.