The Night of Paradox

Tonight is not just the celebration of a historical birth.  It is our feeble attempt at grasping the stupendous truth of Incarnation.  This is a night of mystery and paradox that our minds can scarcely conceive.  Christmas Eve is the observance of the night that…

Infinity becomes finite.

God who dwells above and beyond the nebular walls of the universe is wrapped in rags and confined to a feed box.

Eternity becomes locked in time.

Spirit is confined by matter and bound by gravity.

Power becomes helpless.

Immortality becomes mortal.

The Creator is birthed by a created being.

The Word, the source of all intelligence and thought, becomes mute.

The One attended by flaming cherubim and seraphim, is attended by scruffy shepherds and smelly animals. 

The King of Kings becomes the servant of all.

The Life-source comes to die.

God becomes man.

Who is sufficient to understand these things?  Not I.  So tonight, we simply stop, and we wonder, and we worship.  Tonight let us be like Jesus mother:

“But Mary kept all these things and pondered them in her heart.”  (Luke 2:19; NKJ)

Published by Tim O

I chose the Greek form of my name as the title for the blog. It means “honoring God”. That is the goal of my life and of my writing. I hope it also encourages you along the way. Thanks for joining me!

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