A time of hope.

Cribb’d, cabined, and confined within the contours of a human infant. The infinite defined by the finite? The Creator of all life thirsty and abandoned? Why would he do such a thing? Aren’t there easier and better ways for God to redeem his fallen creatures?

And what good did it all do? The heart of man is still evil. Wars grow more terrible with each generation. The earth daily becomes more depleted by human greed. God came to save us and we thank him by producing bigger and better battlefields and slums and insane asylums.

And yet Christmas is still for me a time of hope, of hope for the courage to love and accept love, a time when I can forget that my Christology is extremely shaky and can rejoice in God’s love through love of family and friends. -Madeleine L’Engle

I think that I often blow right on past the idea of the creator entering his creation. Partly because it’s so hard to comprehend – how can God, so infinite, be contained by a human body? Why was this the way he chose to reconcile us to himself?

I must apologize for this next thought, but bear with me as I explain it. If I (or someone much more tech savvy than I) created a video game, and then somehow entered it and accepted its limitations, that would sound like a movie, right? (Is there a movie like that? Is The Matrix something like that? I have still not seen The Matrix.) So the idea of God accepting human limitations is something that’s hard for me to understand as real and true. I know that I pay lip service to the idea, but I try not to think about it too much, because it’s just so hard to wrap my mind around.

The news is always filled with terrible things: war and famine and recession and debt. But the idea that we are loved by someone so much that he would give up the infinite to accept the limitations of this life . . . that is a powerful thought. It not only gives me hope, it also gives me courage to think that I can affect change. By taking care of the earth, by showing love to a child, by opening my heart to those around me. It says in Corinthians that Christ’s love compels us because he died for all of us, and it’s also true that it compels us because of how he lived, and even by the fact that he came to live among us at all. If he can do such an amazing, incomprehensible thing, well, just think what I could do with his power at work in me.

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