The Billboard

The billboard stops me in my tracks.  God became one of us.

It seems profane and obscene and I want to take back thousands of years and tell Jesus not to do it...don't take on this frail flesh that becomes a hindrance to the freedom of your soul.  Don't wrap yourself in skin that will pierce and bruise.  Don't infuse yourself with blood that will bleed.  Don't allow yourself to have bones that when combined with nails, will be strong enough to hold up your whole frame on the cross.

Think about this first!

To your holy standards of decency...of normalcy, what were you thinking, saying yes to the Father's plan?

Why did you choose to land in this enemy infested land in the disguise of mere man?

When Joseph held up you, his earth-son for Mary to see, did the angels gasp in horror to see their object of adoration stripped down to an infant?  The Self Sufficient Creator was now the dependent.  You needed a mother for sustenance.  You couldn't even control your bodily excretions.  As you grew, did you beg the Father to make the years go quickly so that you could return Home?

Am I the only one that thinks this is a crazy and absurd plan?

CS Lewis says "The eternal being who knows everything and who created the whole universe, became not only a man, but (before that) a baby, and before that a fetus inside a woman's body.  If you want to get the hang of it, think how you would like to become a slug or a crab."

There is nothing in me that desires to be a slug.  Was Jesus thinking the same thing...But, God, there is nothing in me that desires to be a human.  And yet, love prevailed.

God with us.  God one of us.  It was the only way for God to be in us.

{in utter shock over His ways}