A Meditation on the Incarnation

I must not know you as well as  I thought …

For what kind of  God would come down this way
Born in a cave with manure and hay

What kind of God would humble himself
And place all his glory right on the shelf

What kind of God would make himself weak
The King of Kings, yet mild and meek

What kind of God would become just a baby
In a dark dirty place, so smelly and lonely

What kind of God would stoop so low
To need his mother’s milk in order to grow

What kind of God would cry and need sleep
When his power extends from the highest mountain to the oceans so deep

And what kind of God would do all of this
For sinners like me who rebel and resist

And what kind of God would be stripped of his glory,
To bend down so low and offer me mercy

Tell me, what kind of God would come to his creation,
In vulnerable, confounding, complete humiliation

I must admit … I do not know this God as well as I thought

But this I know … this I’m beginning to see
The radical love he must have for you and for me

Doug Wolter
Christmas, 2008

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