\u201cThe Word became flesh and dwelt among us.\u201d<\/p>\n
Over the centuries writers have explored the mystery and paradox of the incarnation through the language of poetry. Consider this excerpt:<\/p>\n
After
\nThe white-hot beam of annunciation
\nfused heaven with earth,
\nhis searing, sharply focused light
\nwent out for a while,
\neclipsed in amniotic gloom;
\nhis cool immensity of splendor,
\nhis universal grace,
\nsmall-folded in a warm, dim
\nfemale space—
\nthe Word stern-sentenced to be
\nnine months\u2019 dumb—
\ninfinity walled in a womb,
\nuntil the next enormity—
\nthe Mighty One, after submission
\nto a woman\u2019s pains,
\nhelpless on a barn\u2019s bare floor
\nfirst-tasting bitter earth
\n(Luci Shaw, \u201cMade Flesh,\u201d naturalized American, twentieth century) [Gross, p 63-64]<\/p>\n
Another reflection:<\/p>\n
Christmas is a season of wonder. Christmas draws us into the spiritual life more profoundly. The incarnation is God\u2019s great gift to us\u2026.God took on our poverty so that we might gain his riches. <\/em><\/p>\n