On this auspicious evening wherein we have celebrated the glorious Incarnation of God in man. First, the daily meanderings of my reading:
The central miracle asserted by Christians is the Incarnation. They say that God became Man. Every other miracle prepares for this, or exhibits this, or results from this. Just as every natural event is the manifestation at a particular place and moment of Nature's total character, so every particular Christian miracle manifests at a particular place and moment the charater and significance of the Incarnation. There is no question in Christianity of arbitrary interferences just scattered about. It relates not a series of disconnected raids on Nature but the various steps of a strategically coherent invasion - an invasion which intends complete conquest and 'occupation.' The fitness, and therefore credibility, of the particular miracles depends on their relation to the Grand Miracle; all discussion of them in isolation from it is futile.
The fitness or credibility of the Grand Miracle iteslf cannot, obviously, be judged by the same standard. And let us admit at once that it is very difficult to find a standard by which it can be judged. If the thing happened, it was the central even in the history of the Earth - the very thing that the whole story has been about.... it is easier to argue, on historical grounds, that the Incarnation actually occured than to show, on philosophical grounds, the probability of its occurence. The historical difficulty of giving for the life, saings and influence of Jesus any explanation that is not harder than the Christian explanation, is very great. The discrepancy between the depth and sanctity (and let me add) shrewdness of His moral teaching and rampant megalomania which must behind His theological teaching unless He is indeed God, has never been satisfactorily got over.
-C. S. Lewis, Miracles
Secondly, I've found a new avenue through song by which to worship my creator:
I see your face in every sunrise, the colors of the morning are inside your eyes
The world awakens in the light of the day, I look up to the sky and say
"You're Beautiful."
I see your power in the moonlit night, the planets are in motion and galaxies are bright
We are amazed in the light of the stars, its all proclaiming who you are:
"You're Beautiful."
I see you there hanging on a tree, you bled and then you died and then you rose again for me
Now are sitting on your heavenly throne, soon we will be coming home!
"You're Beautiful!"
When we arrive at Eternity's shore - where death is just a memory and tears are no more
We'll enter in as the wedding bells ring, your bride will come together and we'll sing
"You're Beautiful"
I see your face - You're Beautiful.
-Phil Wickham, You're Beautiful
Hoping this resonates with your heart as it does with mine,
a slight oscillation that besets my Spirit with tremulous adoration,
In overwhelming, tear-felt gratitude
-A
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