Carried for nine months and birthed far from
Heaven’s hallelujahs into Israel’s
Rough fringes—a Bethlehem town,
Incarnation, God come to be one of us—a
Singular identification with
The lost and the loved: It was a lowly
Ministry to a dying
Adamic race, desperate to
Save, destined to
Give hope where there was none, exchanging the glories with the Father for the
Isolation and humiliation of life with the
Fallen, and we reach out from our disgrace
To receive Heaven’s gift.
I like the picture and the text.
A Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to you,
Pit
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And the same to you!
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What wonderful words so cleverly chosen and a great image to go with them.
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Thanks. It is a reblog, but since Christmas snuck up so quickly, I needed to remind myself that it is the season!
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