The Throne was vacated to sit empty for a while. A Holy 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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