And he dwelt among us. Literally, in the Greek, it says, he set up His tent among us. He threw his lot in with us. It wasn’t just that he passed through – making an appearance and then vanishing like a shooting-star making its way across the heavens. That would make the Incarnation, the Word becoming Flesh, a wonder – something to be commemorated, but not the mystery we celebrate today. No, He became one of our tribe in such a way that our sufferings are His sufferings, our victories are His victories. When he ascends to the right hand of the Father, it is not to abandon us, but rather, to lead us on that same journey. The manner of His coming shows what He intends. He wasn’t born in a palace or behind closed doors. He wasn’t insulated from the hardships of life. He came among us in a stable where poor shepherds and wise Kings found an equal welcome. He came to us as a child – so that instead of putting fear into our hearts, He might draw love out of them instead.
Friday, December 24, 2010
An extract from my Christmas Morning Homily
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