Surely there had to be a better way. One not so humiliating... so human. The incarnation has taken on a new aspect for me this month. With the addition of Haddon Elliot last month, this once pretty theological term has taken on new, drastically more earthy tones in recent days. Could it really be true? The God of the universe woke for 2 AM feedings with Mary and Joseph (and 4 AM and 6 AM...). He waited on His mother to change his diapers and needed to be carried from place to place. Until now I took too lightly the humiliation involved in His birth. Often I thought of it in terms of the cross and the suffering He endured. This Christmas I have been compelled to think of it as reflected in His birth - and His daily life as well. God wrapped in human flesh. Confined to the movements of fragile hands and feet. Capable of experiencing pain. Gathering dust and dirt and needing a bath. The creator of the Universe bound by the limits of His creation. And for what purpose? That He might return to His Father the glory He so richly deserves. Soli Deo Gloria. Emmanuel, God with us...
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