After the man, Adam, had eaten of the tree, the Lord God called to the man and asked him, “Where are you?” He answered, “I heard you in the garden; but I was afraid, because I was naked, so I hid myself.” Then He asked, “Who told you that you were naked?” (Gn 3:8-11).
In these days of Advent, when we are immersing ourselves in biblical narratives, we can easily forget that nothing we read in Scripture is there by accident – that even a seemingly inconsequential detail like the fact that the Prodigal Son was still “a long way off” when the Father ran out to meet him is an invitation to ponder God’s greatness, as well as his strange humility.
Indeed, humility. What kind of God runs out to meet the trudging, imperfectly penitent prodigal? What sort of Maker, choosing to Incarnate, first seeks out the consent of the creature whose grace and flesh he requires? A humble one.
And what sort of Creator (who, being omnipresent, never needs to ask us a thing) nevertheless inquires of the man, Adam, “Who told you that you were naked?”
Clearly, when God sends an angel to ask for a virgin’s fiat, as He did with Mary, He is seeking a real agreement of cooperation with His most beloved of creatures. But his question to Adam is different, and we linger on it, wondering, “What is God doing here? Is he shaming Adam and Eve for being naked?”
No, he is not. “Who told you that you were naked,” is not a trick or a test. As with all of God’s questions, it is a summons for his creatures to behold, consider and better understand ourselves and why we do the stupid things we do.
Exposed and hiding
Animals do not perceive nakedness; they don’t feel afraid and hide because of it. But, whether through evolution or fruit, suddenly Adam and Eve were feeling vulnerable and scared.
They were hiding, but why?
Maybe it was because they felt exposed in a way that had nothing to do with nakedness.
Perhaps what really frightened them was their first, very shallow experience of self-awareness, the understanding that they possessed not only instinct but reason and free will.
And uh-oh! They came by that understanding because they’d discussed and reasoned themselves into disobedience.
And now they were answerable, and to someone beyond themselves, for their action.
What an action it was, full of pride and willful illusion – in this case, of being God’s equal.
Still our abiding sins
And wouldn’t you know it – pride, self-satisfaction and the lies that serve both are still our abiding sins.
We self-aggrandize. We lord ideas, which are mostly illusion (and often idols), over each other.
And we lie to ourselves and everyone else about it, and have since Eden.
Still, are we supposed to believe that a humble and understanding God was so insecure He couldn’t deal with His stupid creatures wanting to be like their Father, and that’s why He threw them out of Paradise?
Again, I don’t think so. God made humanity in His own image; He understands curiosity; He understands the vastness of the human mind and the way the human (non-God) elements of reason and will can challenge and warp even the best of us.
I wonder if Adam and Eve lost Eden not because they disobeyed but because afterward they hid themselves.
Unable to believe that they could trust God in their new understanding of vulnerability, they went into the shadows and willfully separated themselves from God’s company.
Perhaps the inability to seek out and trust in God’s merciful goodness when we feel vulnerable is the true taint and effect of Original Sin. God has been trying to get us to trust Him, to reveal ourselves to Him ever since.
Just as vulnerability and openness are required in our human relationships, they are necessary to growing in a real relationship with God.
God’s song to us: Come, o come
In Advent, as we plead for Emmanuel to come to us, I like to remember the plea God makes to us – to return to Him, like the Prodigal. To consent to Him, like Mary. To be aware and thus vulnerable: “Ephphatha! Be opened.”
In this season of Advent, we sing, “O come, O come, Emmanuel.”
Forever God sings, “Come … Let me see your face, let me hear your voice …”
More than a call and response, it is the sweetest song in the world.
Elizabeth Scalia is editor at large for OSV. Follow her on X @theanchoress.