Jesus

The Real Christmas Story

1 John 1:1-2

They say the best description of falling asleep is simply “letting go.”  I sometimes imagine the Kenosis, the great self-emptying of the SON, to have been something like that.

            Eternally existent

            Consistently complete

            Wholly holy

            Joyfully joined

            Beautifully belonging

Only love would motivate Triune perfection to defer their merrymaking.  And so, the SON climbed the ladder to the top of Eternity’s slide, sat down, and “let go.”

* * * * * * *

The bottom of the slide is a place of dimensions; the most restricting being the concept of Time, which, at the top of the slide, existed within the Godhead, but of late, had been breached.  The SON relinquished silhouettes of eternal “now-ness” and sank deeply into before-and-after.

            Instant and effortless employment of all knowledge and all mystery

            Fabricating galaxies no one would ever see by merely saying so

            Simultaneously occupying both what will be and what has been

Letting Himself be ushered into subsistence by his own invention is in perfect keeping with his self-emptying love, but having to “learn” must have caught Him by surprise (there is no learning at the top of the slide).  Nevertheless, like a dad wrestling with his children the SON conceded His authority, and preexistence descended into speechless dependence.

* * * * * * *

A big deal is often made of the whole stable thing (we even decorate with its likeness).  In reality, the disparity between a barn and a palace is infinitesimal when you come from the top of the slide.  But reallocating the term “FATHER” to this scared and inept young bloke must have made the SON momentarily hesitate.  Maybe He considered calling the man by his first name, but surely not FATHER!  The SON let it go.

            Unbridled strength

            Unmeasured presence

            Unfettered creativity

            Unaffected disposition

            Unrestrained ability

Contemplate His abasement before you commemorate his “birth”

Ponder His impoverishment when you portray his exploits

Recall His humiliation as you revel in redemption

And measure your words when you consider saying

“A loving God would never . . . “

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