The Throne becomes
empty. A Spirit descends. Angels Hush.
A virgin is found. A womb in
habited. An egg fertilized. The Divine Artist of old, which created the
heavens and the earth, removes His cloak of glory, and wraps Himself in human
flesh. He forms His own body. Skin covering Spirit, Veins filled with the
precious blood of Love. Bones not to be
broken, yet a heart already shattered.
He once again comes to walk
the garden He created. Yet this time,
the garden has thorns, poisons and countless bitter wounds. Discourse rules. Sickness prevails. Betrayals last. Fear dominates. Guilt shames.
Clouds now hover in darkness,
beast roar and groan. Competition
reigns. Blindness destroys sight.
Once again a Tree appears, on
a hill, far away. The battle
ensues. The snake strikes. The offer: lust of the eyes, lust of the
flesh, and the pride of life. Nothing
new has come. Still the same questions
we face today, “Who’s will?”
A choice is made. Tears are mingled with blood. Then, relationship is restored. A bridge erected. And a smile returns, “It is good” is uttered once
again.
Just as everyone dies because we all belong to Adam, everyone
who belongs to Christ will be given new life. 1 Corinthians 15:22
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