Could you, O Christ, have known what it would have been like to strip yourself of power and fold yourself into a human womb? Did you know what it would be like to enter our world, our brokenness, through a young woman? Did you know beforehand what it would be like to feel cold, or alone, or hungry?
Perhaps you did; you of omnipotent nature, you who lives outside of Time and who can step in anywhere along that linear arrangement. Perhaps each Christmas, as we sing of angels visiting shepherds, you are there again… in a way that we cannot be. Perhaps you enter back into Time for that moment. You re-experience the whole sacred moment, of Spirit becoming flesh, of light piercing the darkness.
But would you do it all again?
Holy God, did you know what it would have feel like to have a piece of yourself…
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