All of creation week’s events, it would seem, have come to a culmination, or their purpose, when we see God craft the garden. And in that garden, he places man to work it and keep it. Immediately after the responsibility of the garden’s care is delegated, another task is assigned. A parade of animals issues before Adam and he is charged with naming each, uniquely. It would seem that very few days had passed, if any, when young Adam was charged to exercise both physical and mental labor.
Sometimes I’m bemused by the thought that contentedness and peace is rarely found in freedom of responsibility. Somehow, after long hours of labor and frustration, I have believed the lie that without these labors, I would be happy, fulfilled. Why do I convince myself that without my responsibility I will find fulfillment when man was clearly created as a worker?