Posted December 12, 2015
It’s the 12th, and that’s the day I post on the Emerging Voices blog on Patheos. Today I’ve written a reflection on what the incarnation of God might really mean.
What must it have been like for God to wake up in a tiny, needy body? What must it have been like to surrender omniscience, omnipotence, and omnipresence to be defined and divided into just one thing? Just one thing with limitations, with vast spaces between, with no idea about the experience of the other?
It seems to me that there are obvious limitations to our perception, definition between each of us, and even more between us and the non-human beings. We have no way of knowing the experience of anyone else with any certainty. It’s hard enough to tell what’s going on with ourselves.
The few stories of Jesus that remain, portray his ability to bridge the spaces between himself and others. They show a person confidently reaching into and knowing the other. They show an awareness of more than what human senses can perceive. They show a man who is not a man. They show a man who is God.
And I’m not sure I buy it. Because that’s not what being incarnate is about. That’s no way for God to show any of us how to be here. No; if God were going to be a person, born of a woman, with skin and bones and blood and breath, I think God as Jesus would have to end up being more like us than not.