He loves like a hurricane.  I am a tree, bending beneath the weight of His wind and mercy.  John Mark McMillan.

The Bible says that Jesus wrapped Himself in flesh when just the right time for birthing grace had come.  When the fullness of time had come, God sent forth his son, born of a woman. Gal.4:4.  A single mother, a simple village, an animal trough.  Then angels serenaded a hillside of  shepherds bathed in a glimpse of heaven’s brilliance. Kings from the far east traversed heavy miles to surrender earthly majesty to newborn Diety.

We are all aglow in the Light of Incarnation.

Sleepy Bethlehem, that humble town of Kings, slumbers while a young virgin brings forth Glory dimmed by clod-skin, the divine mingling of fragility and might. He is born in a rush of blood and water, born to die, born to a life of dust and a death of agony.  The dividing line of redemptive history takes His first breaths, hidden in a stable while the world, through some hushed miracle, continues to revolve even under the weight of Incarnate Redemption.  How, O how, Lord, did this spinning fallenness not crumble to pieces in Your orbit?  You orchestrated a choir of mere shepherds and an entourage of weary kings?  It is a wonder that all of heaven did not rush down in arms to declare the mighty invasion of God With Us. 

Heaven meets earth like an unforeseen kiss.

God With Us brings me to my knees.  Nothing overpowers me with worship like the story of Living Grace, walking among ghosts, brimming over purifying mercy into this thirsty black hole.

And He is our portion and He is our prize

Drawn to redemption by the grace in His eyes

If grace is an ocean, we are all sinking….

Tomorrow our family welcomes Advent, heralded by egg nog french toast and Tammy Maltby’s simmering hot cocoa. Advent is why we fill our home with light, why we lovingly arrange the seasonal beauty of red, green and gold.  During Advent we wash ourselves with the glory of Incarnation.  We reach upwards in glowing intimacy to the God who (O how He loves us) reached down for us.

O how He loves us.

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