Morning Coffee: The Snake, the Apple, and “Why?”

What was involved when Eve tempted Adam in the Garden?

Three and Four Years are Asking…

By Benjamin Groff II GroffMedia© | benandsteve.com | ©2026

October 7, 2026


Good morning, folks!

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A while ago, I was having what I thought was a fairly general conversation about a story in the Bible. I mentioned how many of us grow up hearing about a snake, an apple, and the first sin.

Well! Apparently, I had wandered into the Garden of Eden without checking my vocabulary at the gate.

“It wasn’t a snake, and it wasn’t an apple,” the person quickly corrected me. “It was a serpent and forbidden fruit.”

I nearly asked, “Are we absolutely sure about the produce?”

But I held my tongue. The distinction clearly mattered to this person, and I could respect that.

Still, it got me thinking. If the apple isn’t identified in the original story, how did it become such a familiar part of the version many of us heard as children? Somewhere along the way, somebody supplied the illustration, and the apple has been carrying the blame ever since.

That is quite a reputation for something we now put in a lunchbox.

And then there is the serpent. Tell a three-year-old about a snake, and you may get a nod. Tell that same child about a serpent, and you may have opened a question session that lasts until supper.

“What’s a serpent?”

“A snake.”

“Then why didn’t you say snake?”

There goes your afternoon.

The forbidden fruit could be even more troublesome.

“What kind of fruit?”

“The story doesn’t say.”

“Then how do we know which one not to eat?”

Try explaining that while cutting up an apple for their snack.

Red apple and coiled snake beside a mossy garden path

Children have a wonderful way of finding the question adults have learned to step around. They haven’t yet developed our habit of nodding politely when an explanation raises three more questions than it answers.

They simply ask.

Why was the fruit forbidden? Why was the tree there? Why could the serpent talk? Can the snake in the backyard talk?

And if it can, should we let it finish before calling somebody?

Before long, you are trying to explain temptation, disobedience, and consequences to someone whose greatest temptation that morning was eating a crayon.

Yet we sometimes treat their questions as a problem. We rush to simplify the story, then become uncomfortable when they notice that the simplified version doesn’t quite add up.

Perhaps the difficulty isn’t always in what children can understand. Perhaps it is in what adults are willing to explain—or willing to admit they don’t know.

A child asking “Why?” hasn’t necessarily challenged anyone’s faith. That child may simply believe you know the answer.

What a compliment. And what a responsibility.

The part that troubles me reaches beyond the snake and the apple. Children ask questions before they learn which questions make a room uncomfortable. They can play happily with another child before an adult gives them a reason to notice differences, draw lines, or decide who belongs.

Then we call the process growing up.

Growing up ought to give us more understanding, more kindness, and better questions. But sometimes we hand children our grudges and prejudices along with our explanations, as though everything we inherited deserves to be passed along.

Perhaps we could leave a few of those things out of the lesson.

This morning, I’m raising my coffee cup to the little ones who keep asking. The ones who can turn a simple explanation into an afternoon’s work with a single word.

And perhaps, before we teach them to stop asking it, we ought to ask it ourselves.

Why?

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The Comfort of Routine: Breakfast in Mesa, Arizona

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Breakfast, Community, and the Comfort of Routine

After weeks of rehab after my back surgery, I finally treated myself to breakfast at my favorite spot—Christina’s Wildberry Diner. It didn’t disappoint. It never does. The place is everything a diner should be. It’s a mix of friendly faces. The menu is full of home-cooked favorites. It has the atmosphere that makes first-timers wish they would come back again and again.

Of course, I ordered my usual. Our waitress Christine is our favorite server, not the owner. She knows my routine so well. She brings drinks to the table before we’ve even settled in. She’ll look at me with a grin and ask, “Having your normal with gravy this week?” And my answer is always the same: “Of course!”

My better-half, Steve, makes his order. But it is never quite as predictable. Pancakes one week, toast the next—it keeps Christine on her toes. But no matter what we order, our glasses are never empty. That’s part of what makes this place special. Christine remembers. The staff notices. After four years of showing up on weekends, the diner has come to expect us. If we’re going to be out of town, we let them know. Here, being seen and known is part of belonging.

After breakfast comes the next stop in our routine: Superstition Ranch Market. It’s a no-frills produce market where farmers bring in fresh fruits and vegetables by the bulk. We’ve honed our shopping to an art. We’re in and out in under ten minutes. The savings are worth the trip. The produce is second to none. The clerks know us, too. One cashier in particular likes us at her lane, and when she’s there, that’s where we go. They check on our health. They also check on our recovery. This care says everything about the community we’re lucky to live in.

What makes it remarkable is this: Mesa, Arizona, isn’t a small town. It’s the second-largest city in the state, part of a metro area of more than five million people. And yet, somehow, in the middle of all that, we’ve found a community that feels small, familiar, and deeply connected.

For more than 24 years, we’ve lived in Arizona, and the last 12 in Mesa. Of all the places we’ve called home, this city is one of the most special. It has a blend of people from everywhere. It has a rhythm of routines and unexpected kindness.

By Benjamin GroffMedia© | benandsteve.com | 2025