Sorry for the recent radio silence. There’s no particular reason for it.
I just thought I’d deliver the yearly reminder that on Christmas day, approximately 2,019 years ago, God was born amongst us as a teeny tiny baby. Almighty God hid Himself in the Blessed Virgin’s womb. The Lord God of Hosts was wrapped in swaddling bands. The creator of the universe was nestled up in Joseph’s arms.
It’s true that this post has missed the big day, but the magi are running later still! The divine babe is still newborn, and hasn’t even received His name yet.
We shouldn’t shy away from the absurdity of the Incarnation. Who in their right mind would ever worship a newborn (or even, unborn) baby as the omnipotent creator of all? What kind of God would genuinely become a human, with all of our weakness and suffering and vulnerability? The God who is love would.
Love unites the lover to the beloved. Love condescends. Love is vulnerable. Love is weak. Love is small. Love is dependent. Love is almighty.
God is not a philanthropist, trying to better everyone’s lives from the outside: He is the lover of us, and desires to give Himself to us entirely. He loves us!
Can you imagine if we loved Him like He loves us? Can you imagine how differently we would live? Can you imagine how happy we would be?
May the Christchild bless you!
Good morning Ignatius and thank you for your reflection and prayers. I would just say, regarding worshipping a new baby – it has been happening naturally in our family over the last three months! From his parents to his four year old cousin Abel, to his arthritic grandfather, all are drawn to him, and rewarded with his face-splitting smile. As Maria Montessori says, we don’t have to teach babies to love; they just love, and so should we.
May 2020 be a happy year for you and all your readers – it’s good to have you back.
Congratulations on the new baby in the family!
May you have a blessed 2020 also!