October 31st, 2009
The Muck and Mire
For 30 years he would feel everything you and i have ever felt. He felt weak. He grew weary. He was afraid of failure. He was susceptible to wooing women. He got colds, burped, and had body odor. He feelings got hurt.
To think of Jesus in such a light is - well, it seems almost irreverent, doesn't it? It's not something we like to do' it's uncomfortable. It is much easier to keep the humanity out of the incarnation. Clearn the manure from around the manger. Wipe the sweat out of his eyes. Pretend he never snored or blew his nose or hit his thumb with hammer.
He's easier to stomach that way. There is something about keep him divine that keeps him distant, packaged, predictable.
But don't do it. For heaven's sake, dont. Let him be as human as he intended to be. Let him into the mire and muck of our world.
For only if we let him in can he pull us out.
