12.20.09
The Mystery of the Incarnation
It’s Advent. All of Christendom waits for the coming of the Saviour. They wait for a little Baby born two thousand years ago, and they wait for a King coming in glory to judge the quick and the dead, establishing with unequivocal finality His Kingdom.
And I wonder if it’s really right to call that latter advent the second coming. Because I believe as heralds and citizens of the Kingdom, we become in little moments and little ways, the Body of Christ. The members of the Son of God. We have inherited the Incarnation.
So perhaps we ought to wait for three comings at Advent - the coming of the infant Jesus; the coming again and again of Christ in us, tearing holes in the moment between the Already and the Not Yet (which is also unraveling from both ends) until time itself falls away in tatters, and all that remains is an Eternity where all things have been made new…or, you know, however all that plays out; and the coming of the King, which is a final coming and not a second one.
I want to live, not just reflect on, Hope, Peace, Joy, and Love.