Can we even imagine the enormity of what happened 2,000 years ago?
Dear reader, we would like to share a very short reflection we wrote, once upon a time, on the Incarnation of our Divine Lord:
By faith we know that the Son Himself, “true God from true God”, became Man and died for us, in an act of total self-abnegation that so defies understanding that it is “a stumbling-block to the Jews and madness to the Gentiles.” That Christ exalted the humble barn in which He was born, the workbench on which he toiled, the many relationships He had with His family, His friends, His people—we can be blasé about it only because we’ve heard the story so many times before and barely pause to think about it.
But can we even imagine the enormity of what happened 2,000 years ago? Think about it. The eternal God breathed our air; He trod our earth; He died our death. Quite likely, at least once in our lives, a fleeting particle of oxygen that passed through our lungs has itself passed through that of God-made-Man; and a molecule of water we so carelessly drink has come from the drying blood of Our Lord. It is unimaginable! It is incredible! Yet it is so; and our seemingly littlest, dimmest, most boring moment is thus not only a miracle of God creating in Heaven, but also of God being with us and being us on earth. “Oh happy fault, that gave us so great a Savior!”
We retrieved this from an as-yet unfinished essay, and we thought it appropriate for Christmastide. Merry Christ-Mass to all!