At the heart of the Christmas story is a mystery.
God becoming man.
Jesus. God in the flesh. Skin and bones.
The tiny, wrinkled, new-born. Remnants of embryonic fluid and blood smearing his hair. Crying. Wailing. God.
And John explains more about this baby.
“Through him all things were made; without him nothing was made that has been made” (John 1:3).
There in the manger lay the creator of the universe.
I won’t try and explain it. I can’t explain it.
Through faith, in awe, I accept it.
Incarnation. Beautiful. Mystery.