Jn.1:14 – And the Word became flesh and dwelt among us, and we have seen his glory, glory as of the only Son from the Father, full of grace and truth.
Jn.1:51 – And He said to him, “Most assuredly, I say to you, hereafter you shall see heaven open, and the angels of God ascending and descending upon the Son of Man.”
The glory of Christmas, God taking on a human body, is impossible to fathom. We catch glimpses of it that take our breath away but far too often we are yawning at glory as the Christmas madness continues. Thinking about His birth can tie our brain in knots. Thinking about things like Mary giving birth to a fragile, vulnerable infant yet at the same time He is orchestrating all the events of Mary’s life. Or maybe sharing the feeding trough of an animal while He still fed all of the animals of the world. Then there is Jesus being nourished by the bosom of His mother knowing He formed His mother’s bosom in her mother’s womb. Take a moment and let Augustine take you on a journey gazing at the eternal invading His own creation.
“The Lord has made all things, and yet He takes His stand among the very things He’s made.
He’s the Revealer of His Father, and at the same time He’s the Creator of His mother.
He’s the Son of God born of the Father without a mother; and He’s the son of man born of a mother without a father….
He made the sun with His own hands, and yet He Himself was made under the light and heat of the sun.
He regulates human history from the bosom of His Father; and yet He consecrates this one particular day from the womb of His mother.
He remains with His Father, and yet He goes forth from His mother.
He’s the Creator of the heavens and the earth; and yet He takes His own rise under the heavens, that’s to say from the earth.
As God He has more Wisdom than He can mouth, and yet as a babe He hasn’t enough mouth to utter the Wisdom He knows….
He sets the stars in motion, and yet he sucks His mother’s breasts.
He’s so great as a God, yet so small as a slave….
He didn’t abandon His divine agenda when He picked up His carpenter’s tools.”
So Christmas is the bridge between eternity and this world encompassed by time and space. Living in this created world it is impossible to grasp eternal things. The humanity of Christ is our only portal into that beautiful world. Hope to see you there.