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Good Monday Morning to this week 51 of 2020
There are just so man good writers and texts out there. This one I just delight in sharing with you this Monday Morning. It’s out of a devotional of Luke written last week by Catherine McNiel; Finding God in His messy abundant world. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
It was said that the gods of the ancient world lived outside time and space, on a different plane from our mortal existence, unreachable. On earth, in the hopes of glimpsing divinity, the ancients established hallowed places\u2014a sacred tree or mountain, a holy temple or city\u2014which they believed existed in both spheres, like a window to heaven. The people traveled to these holy places on holy days, believing the divine and mundane might nearly overlap for one reverent moment.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Luke takes pains to communicate that this<\/em> story, this <\/em>God, this<\/em> mingling of divinity and humanity are altogether different. The Creator is arriving here<\/em>, to our muddy, dusty, physical, emotional, beautiful, terrible world. Like a midwife carefully noting the time and place of birth, Luke clarifies that God\u2019s birth interrupts a particular event\u2014the Roman census\u2014in a particular place\u2014the town of Bethlehem\u2014in a particular family\u2014the house of David. Jesus is born into history, to a specific woman, exactly here and exactly now. We might gloss over these local details, but to Gentile readers Luke\u2019s statement would be jarring.<\/p>\n\n\n\n On this night, God does not come like the gods of old, on a cloud or a storm, his untouchable power barely glimpsed through a holy mirror. No, God falls into the arms of his mother, arriving on this earth the way we all do. For months she carried him, for hours she labored with pain and blood and struggle, pushing until God was born on earth among us, an infant, vulnerable, wrinkled, and wet. Exhausted from the ordeal and sleeping now but soon to awaken, howling and hungry.<\/p>\n\n\n\n This is Luke\u2019s unbelievable news: The true God came near to us physically, tangibly, in a way that we can see with our eyes and touch with our hands. God arrived in a village we could walk to, during a year we can remember. Divinity took on flesh in a mother\u2019s womb, interrupting a marriage, a night, and a village like any other birth. We no longer meet God in sacred places and spiritual spheres but here on the ground, in the dirt, in our families and flesh and blood.<\/p>\n\n\n\n It is a shocking idea, even for us so many centuries later. There is no longer a separation between sacred and mundane. Our messy, daily lives are exactly where God is found, where God is at work. This is a God we can touch.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Catherine McNiel Chapter 50 Good Monday Morning to this week 51 of 2020 There are just so man good writers and texts out there. This one I just delight in sharing with you this Monday Morning. It’s out of a devotional of Luke written last week by Catherine McNiel; Finding God in His messy abundant world. It … <\/p>\n
I wish you a wonderful morning to exactly this messy and abundant World of His!
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