A few words for the occasion from Diana Butler Bass' A Beautiful Year:
... Christianity is that sort of faith. A messy one where the mystery of God's glory runs smack into the muck of human bodies. At its heart is the most shocking idea: The Divine One became flesh from the same dust and spittle that made us all. Mary's body brought forth the tiny body of God; her water breaking and the bloody birth made possible the water and blood of the cross some thirty years later.
... God is born. And that would not have happened without the body of a woman, a body that had experienced all sorts of trauma to bring new life to the world. The cattle in that stable may have been lowing, but surely Mary was moaning. And that was the sound of honest, painful relief, exhaustion, and maybe even joy. ...
I'll be back here after the holiday.
No comments:
Post a Comment