A Quiet Wood

A Quiet Wood

Sunday, December 5, 2010

He Came

The taste of grape juice and communion bread lingers on my tongue. I savor it, remembering that only through His blood and broken body do I have any hope of redemption. My own brokenness and imperfections cry out that I am not worthy of His gift, but then I recall that He gave it anyway because of my neediness. The craziness of the whole thing startles me again this Christmas season. Omnipotence made helpless. Omniscience learning to fasten a sandal.

Our God heav'n cannot hold him,
Nor earth sustain,
Heav'n and earth shall flee away
When he comes to reign;
In the bleak midwinter
A stable place sufficed
The Lord God Almighty
Jesus, Jesus Christ

- Christina Rossetti

I don't understand it, but I'm grateful...so grateful.


Miss Music said...

Hi, Sonja, nice to see your blog. Christina Rossetti's words are so beautiful! This is one of those carols we don't hear enough! Thanks for posting!

Alanna said...

God is so awesome!

P.S. your thoughts are certainly always more than "marginally meaningful." :)

Juwah said...

Hooray you're back! Enjoyed this good post friend.

Kimberly said...

my heart says Yes!!
so happy you blogged...

Brittany said...

"Like" ;)

Marianne Brown said...

So good to remember! Thank you.

Andy, Dixie, Carson and Kenzie said...

You blogged, so cool! Loved your thought as well.