A week from now, plus or minus a day, traditionally commemorates the "Holy Innocents", when men reacted with evil to good news and hope. Newtown is an obvious reminder of that, but the newspaper tells of many more innocent lives ruined, sometimes more horribly, day after day until the heart is sick of news of "Rachel"s weeping for or abusing their children.
Jesus was born one of us, which means he lived in a body that was always partly growing and partly dying, and which was symbiotic with mere bacteria. He didn't just need Mary's milk to keep him alive, but also a host of the lowest of the low. The author of life came not just to die but to start dying from the get-go, and to depend on the most primitive things in his creation to stay alive: the more we see the more amazing the divine condescension was.
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You are very thoughtful lately, and I have enjoyed it though I have not commented. Some game is afoot in your thinking, deeper than our usual comment on events, and I have something to think about.
People all over the web write such deeper musings, of course, but I don't read them, because the odds of that being pointless is too high a risk for me. But you have handled lesser matters with skill, so I attend when you attempt the greater. I never thought of that angle to that Scripture about handling lesser things before before.
Thank you for your encouragement. Something is afoot, but I don't know what yet. All I know is how very far I am from both understanding and obedience.
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