He who is above and before all worlds, who sings the universes into being with melodies of sheer delight— and sustains them within Himself; who is Himself the Uncreated Light steps into the dawn of a pale blue dot called earth: into time, into a country, a province, into the womb of an unknown virgin— into humanity.
Infinity assumes the smallness of an infant. He who fashioned the ribs of man sustains a heartbeat within His own. The fount of all existence, who needs nothing, nurses milk from the breast—enters hunger, suffering, and tears.
Creator clothes Himself in His own creation and becomes a man— He who is, in fact, the Archetype of Humanity—our beginning and end—origin and fulfillment…
Who can comprehend the mind of God, or trace the diagram of Love that is the man Christ Jesus? Who can measure the depth of His design? Who, in His greatness, becomes the smallest of all—divinity becoming humanity so that humanity might become divinity— that is to say, truly human.
This—the New Creation, Christ Himself—is not a diversion from the original design, nor a fix, but its inescapable fulfillment. The Unapproachable Sandal has come to wash our feet.
So then, be thou washed, and tremble in ecstasy with the seraphim—i n awe, in bewilderment—at this offensive and appalling Love of God: in whom not a single one escapes His mercy; who shepherds all into the pastures of pleasure within His own being—within His own becoming.
For in becoming one, He becomes all—mother and father, sinner and saint, liar and lover. Let the children come. Approach the wondrous mystery of the Incarnate One, then, and be well—for it is right and fitting that we shake and adore with joys unspeakable at such marvels.
