{"id":14,"date":"2006-06-24T05:32:00","date_gmt":"2006-06-24T15:32:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.quilldancer.com\/meditations\/2006\/06\/24\/still-outside-the-garden\/"},"modified":"2006-06-24T05:32:00","modified_gmt":"2006-06-24T15:32:00","slug":"still-outside-the-garden","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.quilldancer.com\/meditations\/2006\/06\/24\/still-outside-the-garden\/","title":{"rendered":"Still Outside the Garden"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>During my early &#8216;net travels I met a gentleman from Wales who has the same last name as I.  We compared relatives and found our great-great-great-grandfathers were brothers.<\/p>\n<p>And my good friend for the past eight years, the one person in this world who probably knows me better than some members of my own family, has never met me in person.  Our friendship is wholly net.<\/p>\n<p>Look how far technology has brought mankind from Adam and Eve &#8212; yet we haven&#8217;t changed at all.  I can&#8217;t help but wonder &#8212; can we truly claim to have progressed?<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight:bold;\">The Lord God sent him out of the garden to till the soil from which he was taken.  So He drove out the man; and He placed cherubim at the east of the garden of Eden, and a flaming sword which turned every way, to guard the way to the tree of life.<\/span>  &#8211;Genesis3:23-24<\/p>\n<p><a href=http:\/\/www.glitter-graphics.com title='Myspace Graphics'><img src=http:\/\/dl.glitter-graphics.net\/pub\/6\/6271yjzzew0byd.gif width=240 height=210 alt='myspace layouts, myspace codes, glitter graphics' border=0><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>During my early &#8216;net travels I met a gentleman from Wales who has the same last name as I. We compared relatives and found our great-great-great-grandfathers were brothers. And my good friend for the past eight years, the one person in this world who probably knows me better than some members of my own family, [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":"","_links_to":"","_links_to_target":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-14","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.quilldancer.com\/meditations\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.quilldancer.com\/meditations\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.quilldancer.com\/meditations\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.quilldancer.com\/meditations\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.quilldancer.com\/meditations\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=14"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.quilldancer.com\/meditations\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.quilldancer.com\/meditations\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=14"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.quilldancer.com\/meditations\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=14"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.quilldancer.com\/meditations\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=14"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}