Tuesday, December 16, 2008

And the Word was made flesh

and pitched His tent among us.



Everytime I say these words I get such a thrill. It's almost too much to fathom. Imagine, God, almighty, infinite Lord, comes down to live with us, His ungrateful creatures. He comes, not to Rome but to crappy little Bethlehem. He lives in Nazareth for 30 years. He works as a carpenter-- no soft white hands for Him. He spends three years preaching and is rejected by the priests and pharisees, the very ones who should have recognized Him first. He is crucified, dies and rises again for love of us. The wood of the cross and the wood of His cradle are related.

And the Word was made flesh and pitched His tent among us. What else can I say but "thank you, Lord," and that with tears in my eyes.

For your listening pleasure.

2 comments:

Sanctus Belle said...

I was reading Peter 1 & 2 last night and the apostle also spoke of Jesus having "pitched his tent" among us. In the commentary it was explained that at the time of Jesus - the tent was used as a figure for the body. We being but tents - bodies like homes which do not last long but are of short duration.

The Digital Hairshirt said...

Dymphna,

This is why "Oh, Holy Night" is my favorite carol:

Long lay the Earth/in sin and error pining/'til He appeared/and the soul felt its worth.