The Man Who Walked With God

The Man Who Walked With God

The Man Who Walked With God

Before you begin, I encourage you to pause for just a few moments and read Genesis 5. It won't take long.

Then come back and continue.

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The Man Who Walked With God

Over the years, I've learned that some of the greatest treasures in Scripture are hidden in the places most of us are tempted to skip.

Genesis 5 is one of those places.

At first glance it appears to be little more than a genealogy—a long list of unfamiliar names connected by the repeated words, "...and he died... and he died... and he died." Most of us read it quickly, if we read it at all.

But hidden in the middle of that chapter is a single sentence that has quietly changed the way I read not only Genesis, but the entire story of God.

"And Enoch walked with God." (Genesis 5:24)

Because I no longer think this chapter is about genealogy.

I think it's about remembering.

As I studied this week, I found myself thinking less about the names themselves and more about the people behind them. Adam was still alive through much of Enoch's lifetime. The Garden of Eden wasn't an ancient story handed down through countless generations. The man who had actually walked with God was still alive to tell it himself.

I cannot help but imagine those evenings.

Children gathered around.

Grandchildren listening.

Great-grandchildren sitting quietly at the feet of the oldest man who had ever lived.

Not because he had studied the Garden.

Because he had lived there.

Can you imagine Adam telling the story?

Not as a sermon.

Not as a lesson.

As memory.

Perhaps his voice became quiet as he remembered hearing the footsteps of God in the cool of the day. Perhaps tears filled his eyes as he described hiding among the trees, convinced everything had been lost forever. Perhaps he recalled expecting death, only to find that God spoke of life still to come. Maybe, as his hands rested on the garments God Himself had made, he remembered the moment those rough fig leaves were replaced by the soft covering of God's own provision.

Those weren't simply facts.

They were encounters.

They revealed what God is like.

Stories do more than preserve history; they preserve the character of God.

I wonder if we've forgotten that.

Today we often pass along information. We teach verses, doctrines, creeds, and theological truths. Those things matter. They are precious gifts.

But information alone rarely builds trust.

Stories do something different.

They allow us to borrow someone else's encounter until we have one of our own.

That is discipleship.

Long before there were synagogues, sermons, or even written Scriptures, there were families gathered together telling the stories of what God had done. They weren't merely preserving history. They were introducing the next generation to the heart of the God they had come to know.

Some listened.

Others did not.

Genesis quietly traces both paths. One generation after another chose whether to believe the stories they had heard. Some continued calling upon the name of the Lord. Others drifted farther and farther away until the thoughts of their hearts became consumed with evil.

The family line did not guarantee faith.

The choice remained.

Then, almost without warning, Genesis pauses.

"And Enoch walked with God."

Twice the chapter says it.

Out of all those names, God stops long enough to make sure we notice one man.

Ancient Jewish tradition remembers Enoch as a man who often withdrew from the noise of the world to spend seasons alone with God, and whose wisdom became known throughout the earth. Those traditions reflect the lasting impression Enoch left on those who remembered him.

Scripture simply tells us that he walked with God.

As I sat with that thought this week, another question settled into my heart.

How many evenings had Enoch sat around a fire listening to Adam?

How many times had he heard about the Garden?

About God's voice?

About the terror of hiding...

...and the overwhelming mercy that followed?

I cannot help wondering if, somewhere in Enoch's heart, a quiet thought began to grow.

If Adam walked with God... why shouldn't I?

Perhaps that is what makes Enoch's story so remarkable.

The Garden had been closed.

But the invitation had not.

As I reflected on that this week, I realized something about myself.

I don't think I can learn to walk like Enoch while I'm still thinking like Adam.

The moment I ask, "What must I do to become like Enoch?" my eyes immediately turn inward.

What do I need to fix?

What do I need to accomplish?

How much more faithful must I become before someone like me could ever walk with God?

Before long, my eyes are on the ground again.

Measuring.

Trying.

Hiding.

But perhaps that is Adam's story, not Enoch's.

Then Genesis quietly asks me a different question.

Do I believe God still desires to walk with me?

The more I read Scripture, the more I realize that this has been the story all along.

God walked with Adam.

Enoch walked with God.

Noah walked with God.

Abraham was called the friend of God.

Then Jesus stepped into history and simply said,

"Follow me." (Matthew 4:19)

Later He would say,

"Abide in me." (John 15:4)

He prayed that we would know the Father just as He knew the Father. (John 17:3)

Paul wrote that we have received "the Spirit of adoption, whereby we cry, Abba, Father." (Romans 8:15)

John declared, "Truly our fellowship is with the Father, and with his Son Jesus Christ." (1 John 1:3)

Those are not invitations to religion.

They are invitations to relationship.

Perhaps Enoch's greatest discovery wasn't how to find God.

Perhaps it was discovering that God had never stopped walking toward His children.

Perhaps the greatest miracle in Genesis 5 is not that Enoch was taken by God.

Perhaps it is that centuries after Eden, one man still believed the God Adam described was the same God who still desired to walk with His children.

And perhaps that has been His story all along.

Not a story about mankind struggling to reach God...

But the story of a Father who has never stopped walking toward His children.

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Outside The Garden

Outside The Garden

Outside the Garden

Over the years I have returned to these opening chapters of Genesis again and again. Yet every time I return, another layer seems to emerge.

This week was another one of those moments.

Before reading this week's blog, I would encourage you to pause for a few moments and read Genesis 4. It is a familiar chapter, and because it is familiar, it is easy to assume we already know what it says.

Slow down.

Read it carefully.

Then come back and continue.

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Outside the Garden

Most people know Genesis 4 as the story of the first murder.

Yet murder is not where the chapter begins.

The previous chapter ended with humanity leaving Eden. The Tree of Life is guarded. The ground is cursed. The world has changed forever.

Yet life continues.

A child is born.

Hope enters the story.

Then something remarkable happens. The first major event recorded outside the garden is worship.

Cain brings an offering.

Abel brings an offering.

Both brothers come before God.

The first family outside Eden begins with life and worship.

Yet before the chapter closes, blood will cry from the ground.

It is a sobering picture of how quickly a wounded heart can transform worship into tragedy.

For generations people have debated why Abel's offering was accepted and Cain's was not. The text, however, quickly turns our attention away from the altar and toward Cain himself.

Something is happening inside him.

His countenance falls.

Anger begins to grow.

Was it jealousy? Wounded pride? A hurt he had carried for years?

We are never told.

Perhaps that is why the story remains so powerful.

Cain becomes every one of us.

Most of us know what it feels like to be disappointed. Most of us know what it feels like to compare ourselves to someone else and wonder why they seem accepted while we feel overlooked.

And then God speaks.

Again.

"Why are you angry? And why has your countenance fallen?" (Genesis 4:6)

What strikes me is the tenderness of the moment. God sees where Cain's heart is heading before Cain does. He sees the danger before the violence and moves toward him rather than away from him.

Then comes one of the most striking images in Genesis:

"Sin lieth at the door." (Genesis 4:7)

Sin is pictured as something crouching. Waiting. Watching. Desiring.

And suddenly the chapter becomes about far more than two brothers.

It becomes about two voices.

One voice is calling Cain toward trust, humility, and life.

The other is feeding the anger and nurturing the wound.

The garden is gone, but the choice remains.

Which voice will he follow?

Sadly, we know the answer.

The murder was not the beginning of the tragedy. It was the result of a voice Cain chose to follow.

When God confronts Cain, He says:

"The voice of thy brother's blood crieth unto me from the ground." (Genesis 4:10)

Interestingly, the Hebrew word is plural—bloods.

Ancient Jewish interpreters often understood this to mean that Cain had done more than kill a man. He had extinguished generations that would never be born.

Cain did not simply end a life.

He shattered a future.

Yet even death does not silence Abel's voice.

Hebrews tells us:

"He being dead yet speaketh." (Hebrews 11:4)

Then it points us to Christ and His blood:

"That speaketh better things than that of Abel." (Hebrews 12:24)

Abel's blood cried from the ground.

Christ's blood speaks a better word.

The story is already reaching beyond Genesis.

Yet what amazes me most is not what Cain did.

It is what God did next.

God speaks again.

Cain receives consequences, but he also receives protection.

The same God who covered Adam and Eve now protects a murderer.

The same God who guarded the Tree of Life now guards Cain's life.

Again and again Genesis reveals a God who is far more merciful than we expect.

The chapter then widens its view. Generations pass. Violence spreads. What began as a wound in one man's heart begins shaping entire generations.

Yet Genesis refuses to end there.

Another son is born.

Seth.

Then we read these remarkable words:

"Then began men to call upon the name of the LORD." (Genesis 4:26)

What a beautiful ending.

The chapter begins with life.

It begins with worship.

It passes through anger, violence, and death.

Yet it ends with people calling upon the name of the Lord.

"For whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved." (Romans 10:13)

The story continued.

The serpent did not silence God's voice.

Cain did not silence God's voice.

Death did not silence God's voice.

"My sheep hear my voice, and I know them, and they follow me." (John 10:27)

And thousands of years later, it still has not been silenced.

Soon we will meet Enoch, a man who walked with God. Later we will meet Noah, who also walked with God. The story will continue through Abraham, Moses, David, the prophets, the cross, the resurrection, and ultimately into our own lives.

Different generations.

The same question.

Which voice will we follow?

One voice crouches at the door.

The other continues to call our name.

The garden may be gone.

But God's voice remains.

And perhaps that has been the story all along.

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God Guarded the Tree

God Guarded the Tree

Why God Guarded the Tree

A Personal Note Before We Begin

This journey through the opening chapters of Genesis has been far more powerful than I ever expected.

That may sound strange considering how much time I have already spent there.

For more than fifteen years I have studied these chapters, taught these chapters, and even written books centered around the first six chapters of Genesis. This is not new territory for me. In many ways, it feels like familiar ground.

And yet, every time I return, another layer seems to emerge.

A detail I had overlooked.

A connection I had missed.

A glimpse of God's character that somehow escaped me before.

This week was one of those moments.

For days I have sat with the final verses of Genesis 3. I have read them repeatedly, followed references throughout Scripture, explored ancient traditions, and wrestled with the text from every angle I know.

The deeper I looked, the more overwhelmed I became.

Not because the passage became more complicated.

Because the Gospel seemed to be shining through it in ways I had never noticed before.

I found myself seeing the Gospel—not merely forgiveness, but resurrection, restoration, and Life itself.

I am not sure my words can fully communicate what I have felt while studying these verses.

But what follows is my best attempt.

Because if what I am beginning to see is true, then the end of Genesis 3 is not merely the story of humanity leaving a garden.

It is the beginning of the story of God bringing humanity home.

Why God Guarded the Tree

"And the LORD God said, Behold, the man is become as one of us, to know good and evil: and now, lest he put forth his hand, and take also of the tree of life, and eat, and live forever:"

"Therefore the LORD God sent him forth from the garden of Eden, to till the ground from whence he was taken."

"So he drove out the man; and he placed at the east of the garden of Eden Cherubims, and a flaming sword which turned every way, to keep the way of the tree of life."

— Genesis 3:22–24

For most of my life, I read these verses as a story of loss.

Adam and Eve are driven from the garden. The Tree of Life is placed beyond their reach. Cherubim appear. A flaming sword blocks the way. The gates seem to close behind them.

The story feels tragic.

And in many ways, it is.

Yet the more I sat with the passage, the more one question refused to leave me alone:

Why did God guard the Tree?

Not destroy it.

Not uproot it.

Not remove it from the story.

Guard it.

The more I pondered that question, the more significant it became.

If the Tree no longer mattered, why preserve it? If humanity would never again receive what it represented, why station cherubim there at all? Why not simply allow it to disappear from the story?

Yet God does not destroy the Tree.

He protects it.

He preserves it.

He guards it.

And suddenly I began to wonder if there was more happening here than I had ever realized.

The text itself gives us God's reason.

"Lest he put forth his hand, and take also of the tree of life, and eat, and live forever."

For years I read those words as judgment.

Now I wonder if they are mercy.

Because the question is not whether Adam and Eve would live forever.

The question is: forever as what?

By this point in the story, fear has entered their hearts. Shame has entered their relationship. Suspicion has entered their understanding of God. They are hiding among the trees from the One who came looking for them.

Death has entered the story.

Not merely physical death waiting somewhere in the future, but a condition already at work within them.

The man and woman who once walked freely with God now hide from His voice. The ones who once stood unashamed now cover themselves. The ones who once trusted now fear.

Imagine fear becoming permanent.

Imagine shame becoming permanent.

Imagine hiding becoming permanent.

Imagine living forever while remaining trapped in the very thing that is destroying you.

Would that be life?

Or would it be an eternal prison?

The longer I sat with that thought, the more one realization gripped me.

Perhaps God was not denying humanity Life.

Perhaps He was refusing to let death become permanent.

Suddenly the exile begins to look less like rejection and more like mercy.

If that is true, then everything begins to look different.

The guarded Tree is no longer merely a symbol of exile.

It becomes a symbol of mercy.

The promise has not been cancelled.

The destination has not been removed.

Life is still there.

God is not erasing His purpose for humanity—He is preserving it.

The way is closed, but the promise remains.

The next verse tells us that God sent Adam out to till the ground from which he was taken.

At first glance, it feels like a small detail.

Yet I wonder what Adam saw every year as he worked that soil.

The ground would be broken open.

Seeds would disappear beneath the earth.

For a time they would seem lost.

Buried.

Gone.

And then life would emerge.

Again.

And again.

And again.

The very earth from which Adam had been formed would continually tell the same story.

Life from death.

Harvest from burial.

Hope from what appeared lost.

As though the earth itself had become a living parable of resurrection.

Almost as though creation had been whispering the promise of resurrection from the very beginning.

Then another detail begins to stand out.

The cherubim.

Throughout Scripture, cherubim are associated with sacred space. They stand above the Ark of the Covenant. They appear throughout the Tabernacle and the Temple. They are guardians of places where heaven and earth meet.

The more I followed those threads, the more Eden began to look like something more than a garden.

It looked like a sanctuary.

A holy place.

A place where God and humanity walked together.

And if that is true, then the cherubim are not merely guarding a tree.

They are guarding the way back to the presence of God.

Even the flaming sword begins to take on a different meaning.

Throughout Scripture, fire often accompanies God's presence. Moses encounters God in a burning bush. Israel follows a pillar of fire through the wilderness. Mount Sinai burns with divine glory. Scripture describes God Himself as a consuming fire.

And so a question begins echoing through the rest of the biblical story:

Who can return?

Who can pass through the fire?

Who can lead humanity back to Life?

Centuries later, Jesus steps into that question and answers it Himself.

"I am the way."

John 14:6

And again:

"I am the resurrection, and the life."

John 11:25

Those words have never felt larger to me than they do now.

For most of my life, I heard the Christian hope described primarily as life after death.

Yet the more I read the New Testament, the more I encounter a different emphasis.

Resurrection.

Again and again the apostles speak of resurrection.

Again and again they point toward renewal.

Again and again they speak of a world made new, a curse removed, and God dwelling with humanity once more.

The more I sat with these verses, the more I realized that the Gospel is larger than I had imagined.

Forgiveness remains essential.

The cross remains essential.

Grace remains essential.

But forgiveness is not the destination.

It is the doorway.

Life is what lies beyond it.

The story is moving toward restoration.

Toward resurrection.

Toward the recovery of everything that was lost.

Then I found myself thinking about another statement Jesus made.

"Today shalt thou be with me in paradise."

Luke 23:43

For years I heard those words and immediately translated them into the language of heaven.

Yet Scripture itself paints a richer picture.

Near the beginning of Revelation, Jesus says:

"To the one who conquers I will grant to eat of the tree of life, which is in the paradise of God."

Revelation 2:7

Paradise.

Tree of Life.

Together in the same sentence.

I am not attempting to answer every question about life after death.

But I cannot help noticing the story.

Genesis begins in a garden.

Jesus speaks of paradise.

Revelation places the Tree of Life in the paradise of God.

The story seems to move steadily toward restoration.

Toward Life.

Toward the presence of God.

Toward home.

Then, in the closing pages of Scripture, the Tree appears again.

"On either side of the river, was there the tree of life..."

Revelation 22:2

And then comes the declaration:

"And there shall be no more curse."

Revelation 22:3

I find that astonishing.

After Abraham.

After Moses.

After David.

After exile.

After the prophets.

After the cross.

After the empty tomb.

John looks and the Tree is still there.

Waiting.

Standing.

Unforgotten.

The promise survived every chapter of the story.

The Bible begins with a tree and ends with a tree. Between them stands another tree—the one upon which Christ bore the curse of humanity so that humanity might receive Life.

Suddenly the cherubim look different.

The sword looks different.

The exile looks different.

Adam and Eve saw a closed gate.

God was guarding a promise.

The Tree remained.

Life remained.

Hope remained.

The way was closed, but the destination was preserved.

The cherubim were not guarding a punishment.

They were guarding a promise.

And if what I am beginning to see is true, then the end of Genesis 3 is not merely the story of humanity leaving a garden.

It is the beginning of the story of God bringing humanity home.

🎵 A Song Inspired by This Story

My son, Ryan Rush, wrote this song to accompany this week's His-Story. As I worked through Genesis 3, seeing the beauty of God's promise, Ryan captured that same hope in music.

If this story stirred something in your heart, I encourage you to listen. Sometimes music has a way of carrying truth where words alone cannot.

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“And Adam called his wife's name Eve; because she was the mother of all living. Unto Adam also and to his wife did the LORD God make coats of skins, and clothed them.”

Genesis 3:20–21

Two verses.

Easy to read past.

Yet the more I sit with them, the more convinced I become that they contain one of the most beautiful pictures of the Gospel in all of Scripture.

Only moments earlier, Adam and Eve had been hiding among the trees. Shame had entered the story. Fear had entered the story. Death had entered the story. They had covered themselves with fig leaves and stood trembling before the God who formed them from the dust.

But God had not spoken the words they expected.

They expected death.

God spoke of children.

They expected the end.

God spoke of a future.

They expected the serpent to triumph.

God spoke of the serpent being crushed.

Then, almost quietly, Adam turns toward the woman standing beside him and gives her a name.

Eve.

In Hebrew, Havah.

Life.

The mother of all living.

I cannot help but pause there.

Why now?

Why does Adam call her Life after death has entered the story?

Why not before the tree?

Why not in the joy of creation?

Why not when she first stood beside him?

God has just spoken of children, generations, and a future. The serpent will not have the final word.

And Adam responds by giving her a name:

Life.

I cannot prove it, but it feels as though Adam is beginning to believe what God has said. God has spoken life into a moment filled with death, and Adam echoes it. Standing in a garden now marked by shame and sorrow, he looks at the woman beside him and calls her Life.

That feels like faith.

The story is not over.

Yet Adam and Eve are still wearing fig leaves.

That detail matters.

The first thing humanity does after sin is not run toward God. It is not restoration. It is self-covering. Shame always seems to move in that direction. Hide. Protect. Manage appearances. Control the narrative. Cover yourself before anyone sees too much.

The leaves may have changed over the centuries, but the instinct remains the same. Some of us cover ourselves with success. Others with religion, knowledge, busyness, reputation, humor, or carefully crafted versions of ourselves. We all seem to have our own fig leaves because shame whispers the same lie it whispered in the garden:

“If you are fully seen,
you will no longer be loved.”

Then we arrive at one of the most overlooked moments in Scripture.

“Unto Adam also and to his wife did the LORD God make coats of skins, and clothed them.”

Genesis 3:21

For years I heard this verse explained almost entirely as sacrifice. An animal died. Blood was shed. A picture of Christ.

Perhaps there is value in those discussions. But something has always stood out to me. The text never mentions blood. It never mentions sacrifice. It never mentions an altar. It never mentions atonement. It never draws our attention to the death of an animal.

Instead, the picture Scripture gives us is surprisingly simple.

God covered them.

The emphasis is not on what died.

The emphasis is on what God did.

He covered them.

Why?

As I began tracing the theme of covering through Scripture, I noticed something fascinating. The Bible never stops talking about garments and coverings. Not because God is obsessed with clothing, but because clothing becomes one of Scripture's most beautiful pictures of relationship.

When Jacob gives Joseph his famous coat of many colors, Scripture says:

“Now Israel loved Joseph more than all his children... and he made him a coat of many colours.”

Genesis 37:3

The brothers do not merely see fabric. They see Jacob's favor. They see inheritance. They see identity. They see family. The garment becomes a visible declaration of an invisible relationship.

Joseph belongs to Jacob.

Years later, Ruth approaches Boaz and says:

“Spread therefore thy skirt over thine handmaid; for thou art a near kinsman.”

Ruth 3:9

She is not asking for warmth. She is asking for covenant. For protection. For redemption. For belonging.

David uses the same language when he writes:

“Blessed is he whose transgression is forgiven, whose sin is covered.”

Psalm 32:1

Again, the language is not merely legal. It is relational. Something broken is being restored.

The garment changes from story to story, but the message remains remarkably consistent.

Covering is not merely fabric.

Covering is belonging made visible.

Then Jesus tells a story.

A son demands his inheritance, leaves home, and wastes everything. By the time he begins the long walk back, he carries little more than shame. Along the road, he rehearses a speech explaining why he no longer deserves to be called a son.

In his mind, the relationship is broken.

The family bond is gone.

The best he can hope for is servanthood.

But when the father sees him, everything changes.

The father runs.

The father embraces him.

And before the son can finish explaining why he no longer belongs, the father says:

“Bring forth the best robe, and put it on him.”

Luke 15:22

The son is not cold, and the robe is not practical.

The robe is a declaration.

The father is not merely giving his son clothing. He is publicly restoring his place in the family. Before the boy can finish explaining why he no longer deserves to be called a son, the father announces what he has never stopped believing:

This is my son.

Not was my son.
Not might become my son again.
Not if he proves himself.

This is my son.

The robe says what words alone cannot.

You belong here.

You are family.

You are mine.

You have always been mine.

And suddenly Genesis begins to glow with new light.

Perhaps the garments in the garden were never merely about hiding nakedness.

Perhaps they were God's declaration that humanity still belonged to Him.

Not because nothing had happened.

Not because sin was insignificant.

Not because consequences disappeared.

But because God's heart toward humanity had not become what humanity feared.

Adam and Eve believed everything had changed. They hid from the One who formed them. They feared the One who walked with them. They expected death from the One who had just spoken life.

Only a short time earlier, God had said:

“Let us make man in our image, after our likeness.”

Genesis 1:26

Nothing in Genesis 3 suggests that God abandoned that declaration.

Much like the prodigal son, Adam and Eve believed the relationship had been shattered. They saw themselves differently. They expected God to see them differently as well.

But the story keeps revealing something astonishing.

Adam and Eve now saw themselves through shame, but God continued to move toward them as His image-bearers.

Their perception had changed.

God's heart had not.

So before they leave the garden, God covers them.

Not merely to conceal their shame, but as a visible declaration of an invisible relationship.

The same kind of declaration Jacob made over Joseph.

The same kind of covering Ruth sought from Boaz.

The same kind of joy David sang about when sin was covered.

The same kind of robe the father placed upon the prodigal.

God covers Adam and Eve as if to say:

These are Mine.

That thread runs all the way to Christ.

Paul writes:

“For as many of you as have been baptized into Christ have put on Christ.”

Galatians 3:27

What remarkable language.

Not merely forgiven by Christ.

Not merely taught by Christ.

Not merely helped by Christ.

But clothed in Christ.

Covered.

Identified with Him.

Brought into His life.

The language of family.

The language of belonging.

The language of home.

The first thing Adam and Eve did after sin was cover themselves in shame.

The first thing God did after speaking life was cover them in belonging.

Humanity hid.

God came looking.

Humanity covered itself.

God provided the covering.

And perhaps that is the Gospel.

Not merely that sin can be forgiven, but that humanity can finally awaken to the God who has been revealing His heart since the garden. The God who called for Adam. The God who spoke life. The God who clothed His children. The God revealed in Jesus Christ.

Hidden within those ancient garments is a message humanity has needed to hear from the very beginning.

You are not what shame has called you.
You are not what fear has named you.
You are not merely the sum of what you have done.

The Father has come looking.

The Father has spoken life.

The Father has provided the covering that says what words alone could never fully carry:

You belong.