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.