Cursed is the ground because of you;
In toil you will eat of it
All the days of your life.
“Both thorns and thistles it shall grow for you.
Sometimes on Mondays when I get out of bed and face my work I curse it. I want to lie around all day. I want to play! But lying around gets old fast. And play loses its charm if it’s all there is to do.
The curse was not the creation of work. The curse was an empty life. No matter how hard I work, all I ever harvest is weeds. The depressed preacher of Ecclesiastes summarizes the curse well for me:
“Vanity of vanities,” says the Preacher,
“Vanity of vanities! All is vanity.”
This curse is not the final word. It is the doorway to life. Jesus said (roughly speaking) “Blessed are the cursed, for their is the Kingdom of heaven” (Matthew 5:3-4). When I come to the end of my attempt to be God, I meet God.
I don’t like this. I wake up each morning with a plan to save the day. But I’m learning to accept the fact that I can’t save the day as an invitation to meet the One who can.