I want to tell you the story, on this Easter Sunday, of two gardens. With apologies to Charles Dickens, let me say that the first garden started as the best of gardens and became the worst of gardens. The second was, for a little while, the worst of gardens, but it became the best of gardens. And so it is, to this very day.

The first garden is the place known as the Garden of Eden. It was a perfect place. Those who lived there had everything they needed, every beauty, every dream. It was the best of gardens. Still today its name symbolizes all that is wonderful. But through human selfishness and ego, it became the worst of places. Or at any rate, the worst of decisions was made there, so that the place of perfection became the doorway to tragedy.

The second garden was outside the City of…