It is
enjoyment in an ultimate victory that can be expressed only in the
high language of poetry, not the low language of fact. What can we
prove about Christ's coming in glory? Nothing. It is far beyond the
language of limited proof. Indeed, our entire faith rests on a
joyous acceptance of the factually impossible. When we celebrate
Christmas we are celebrating that amazing time when the Word that
shouted all the galaxies into being, limited all power, and for love
of us came to us in the powerless body of a human baby.
My faith
is based on this incredible act of love, and if my faith is real it
will be expressed in how I live my life, but it is outside the realm
of laboratory or scientific proof. God--the holy and magnificent
Creator of all the galaxies and solar systems and planets and oceans
and forests and living creatures--came to live with us, not because
we are good and morally virtuous and what God's creation ought to
be, but precisely for the opposite reasons, because we are
stiff-necked and arrogant and sinful and stupid. We have indeed
strayed from God's ways like lost sheep.
God
still loves us so much that Christ, the second person of the
Trinity, the Word, came to live with us as one of us, and all for
love.
Madeleine L'Engle Glimpses of Grace; entry for December 27th,
pp. 331-332.
In the
midst of travel, eating, sharing presents, baking, eating some more,
parties, and the excitement of the season, in the midst of the daily
routines that, despite the holiday schedule, demand our time and attention,
even "going to work" during the holiday season, remember the "Love
Letter" that is yours, no matter what, no matter that at times you
are "stiff-necked and arrogant and sinful and stupid."
For
love of you Christ came to live among us. For love of your beloved,
Christ came to live among us.
"God
still loves us so much that Christ, the second person of the
Trinity, the Word, came to live with us as one of us, and all for
love."
