AND THE WORD became flesh and dwelt among us.
The Incarnation. God became flesh.
I find it hard to believe, yet somehow I do.
For so long I resisted the invitation to take part in the feast of forgiveness. Until the ripples of the fullness of grace—born on Easter over 2000 years ago—finally washed over me.
The Incarnate Word did not give me all the answers to the mysteries of this world. Instead, he spoke to my loneliness, telling me, showing me, tenderly, you are not alone.
And bit by bit, as much as I let him, the Word gains more terrain in my heart. He waits patiently.
How incredible! God waits for me!
He gives me all the room and respect in the world, even when I lie to myself. I say I don’t want blessings, clarity, peace, and the power of God within me. I say I don’t want love. Instead, I prefer the pain and anguish. The solitude. I hold onto my selfishness and self-pity.
I don’t want to rise above it all, resurrected.
Meanwhile, God waits for me.
In the end, I want to stay in control, even though it’s clear that I’m not and I can’t.
So come to me, O Word of God, Spirit of the Lord, Jesus Christ, Father, Son… come, dwell within me. The Incarnation—God becomes man—was an act of the highest grace, made possible only by God’s hand.
So help me Lord, let me open the door. Let me allow you to enter my heart of hearts. Let me give you full access to the mess and shame and secrets there, the deep longing. May your Spirit guide me to trust you in an act of high grace.
The impossible made possible by God’s Word alone.
I pray for this for me. For you.
May your resistance fall, brick by brick, while he waits for you. Until it’s simply just letting go. Open your hand and release the ghosts you cling to, the phantoms that bind you.
Take his hand. Clothe yourselves with the Lord Jesus Christ. Let him live in you. Let his Spirit dwell in you.
Be not afraid to take up your cross. Carry it with courage. Live abundantly, joyous and free. Love and give of yourself in ways unimagined before.
Just step through and forward. Let it all go into his hands.
Let the Word become flesh in you.
I have been crucified with Christ and I no longer live, but Christ lives in me. The life I now live in the body, I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me.
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