The Haunting Fact

The real miracle of the Incarnation is the haunting fact that a God with unlimited power chose to limit himself. I keep straining to process this. I’m trying to work it into my mind so I can get it into my heart and hands. I’m like one of those artisan bakers, who just keeps kneading his dough, you’ve seen them, they just pound and punch and pummel it. This idea of letting go, of yielding, of giving ourselves over to the wishes and wants of others, to surrender our strength, to relinquish it all. This is one of the best things Christmas can teach us. Are we limiting ourselves? Do we always need to exercise whatever-amount-of-power we have? Wasn’t that what Paul was trying to get us to see when he wrote, although the Son existed in the form of God, He did not regard His equality with God a thing to be grasped, clutched, or white-knuckled. He gave Himself over to us, to the feeble and flimsy, to the fragile and fatigued. There’s a marvelous line from Augustine, that sums it all up, “He was created by a mother whom He created. He was carried by hands that He formed.”