Lord I marvel at the thought of your incarnation,
though I do not fully understand it.
That you became a burping, babbling baby to overthrow the supernatural salesman who bribes us - what a fantastic absurdity! You were born, you picked up dirt, you knocked over tables, you rode on donkeys, you went to weddings, you threw massive parties, you went boating, and you drank wine;
a few Saturdays ago, a few miles away.
You pierced the barrier between us and
ignited your secret illumination into the world.
Our eyes are still adjusting to the light.
December 26, 2006
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