CHRISTMAS MUSINGS

there are only a few things where the more you think about it, the less it makes sense, but not in a bad way. when you think too much about atoms or just how big the universe really is, the intricacy and majesty of it all threatens to make the best of men start to feel a bit insignificant. the incarnation is one of those things. that the God who created all things by sheer force of will, who not only holds the ever-expanding universe in the palm of his hand, but also causes every blade of grass to grow, every electron in my body to spin, and every hair on my head to be counted, would enter into the time that he set in motion to redeem creatures who were foolish enough to shake their fists at the very God who gave them fists and the strength they needed to shake them.

heaven must have held its breath in uncertain anticipation wondering what would happen when the Creator entered into creation. would the universe collapse in on itself? would time be able to sustain the weight of its Maker? would galaxies begin to unravel under the force of entropy?

yet none of these things happened. instead, a baby boy was born. a baby utterly, almost embarassingly dependent upon a creature for nourishment, protection, and nurture. and this baby was God himself. not a part of God. not a picture of God. not a projection of God. the person, God ... come for us.