hello christmas.

believe it or not, christmas is happening. i love love love christmas. not just the warm feeling that seeps into my skin when the whole family is together by a fire or the james taylor christmas album playing on repeat in the living room, but the whole concept of christmas itself. the idea that God would step into a human body like a pair of pajamas, that he would live a real life and die a real death. that he would subject himself to the same pains, sorrows, aches, and brokenness that we feel here on earth in order to bring about a redemption that we would have never thought possible. i don't know how it works or why he chose to do things the way he did, but i think it's beautiful all the same.

God Felt

God’s Self poured into the form of Man—
Word to Flesh. Universe’s Splendor confined
in mortal’s shell—Son of God. Son of man.
Spirit fused with bone and

Blood. Forsook well-deserved Paradise.
Planted His feet on fingertip-molded
Globe, touched Creation and Felt:

Dirt caked between toes
and rain of prostitute’s tears swirling into mud.
Leper’s mangled skin melting
into smooth under His fingertips.

Tickle of salt-sweat tumbling down skin.
Cracked-dry tongue pleading for wet
And scratching of vacant stomach.

Pain of friend’s death
and hot tears of agony sliding down face.
Severed Roman ear sticky with coppery blood
Then reunited with trembling body.

Nail sinking into skin and embedding
In wood beneath. Fellowship of Father
Refused. Piercing pain of Trinity
Split.

Droplets of moisture gathering
on stone sepulcher thick with Dark and
Silence.

Crashing of Stone shattered. Cave
Flooded with torrent
of light. Victory of Death
Crushed. Creation
Redeemed through the beams of the Son.

-katy