A woman, dusty and worn from travel. A man, knowing the child his fiancee carries is not his own. Tired. Back bent. Head bowed.
A makeshift hotel room; really nothing more than a filthy animal pen. A manager; a wooden box caked with dried saliva and leftover feed for beasts of burden.
Horror at the thought of giving birth alone, away from family, away from friends, away from home. In this awful place.
Peace from knowing that despite everything, everything will turn out right.
A God-man propels himself willingly into the icy grip of a sin-wintered world that will only view him with mocking derision and hateful distrust. A baby, bloody and wrinkled, thrust shockingly into the world. Here, in a barn.
God, bloody and wrinkled, stowed humbly, gloriously, in the animal's food trough.
God had now become also a man. Or more specifically, a helpless, vulnerable, reliably incontinent infant. He who was self-existent and in need of nothing now needed a mother's breast to feed him, her loving hand to clean away his bodily waste, her patient wisdom to teach him how to speak and walk and live.
Unfathomable.
This is taken from a book that I am currently reviewing called " God in Slow Motion" by Mike Nappa
A makeshift hotel room; really nothing more than a filthy animal pen. A manager; a wooden box caked with dried saliva and leftover feed for beasts of burden.
Horror at the thought of giving birth alone, away from family, away from friends, away from home. In this awful place.
Peace from knowing that despite everything, everything will turn out right.
A God-man propels himself willingly into the icy grip of a sin-wintered world that will only view him with mocking derision and hateful distrust. A baby, bloody and wrinkled, thrust shockingly into the world. Here, in a barn.
God, bloody and wrinkled, stowed humbly, gloriously, in the animal's food trough.
God had now become also a man. Or more specifically, a helpless, vulnerable, reliably incontinent infant. He who was self-existent and in need of nothing now needed a mother's breast to feed him, her loving hand to clean away his bodily waste, her patient wisdom to teach him how to speak and walk and live.
Unfathomable.
This is taken from a book that I am currently reviewing called " God in Slow Motion" by Mike Nappa
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