Why does the Incarnation matter?
Ask the One unbound by space, unconstrained by time.
Ask the One unreached by the laws of physics.
Ask the Ruler of galaxies, the Impulse behind creative thought.
Why enter space and time?
Why this particular planet, this occupied country, this backwater town?
Why take on form and shape? Why become matter at all?
Robed in homespun, yes, and beneath the swaddling bands
clothed in this most surprising substance, human flesh. So easily sullied.
Why subject Oneself to this decomposable fate?
Was it just so we could have a tete-a-tete?
A note about the artwork by Albrecht Durer, which I added to this post in 2016. I’ve been partial to it ever since the Washington Post chose it to accompany an op-ed I wrote for Advent about the Virgin Mary and sexual purity. Original post from 2010.?