Manger

10/16/10- I've been neglecting my poor blog, to say nothing of the monthly letter that is to accompany it.  But if I could play any old excuse card, I'd like to play the WE HAD A BABY card. 

And, yes, that's me boo-hooing.  Little Maggie is amazing.  It was the most beautiful moment of my life, I think, to see her being born.  This little person that I've only sort of known for the last few months was suddenly here, face to face.

Indulge me in what may seem to be a terribly religious thought.  It is from the heart, though.

YHWH as a baby.

This not referring to some god-myth or some god-in-me philosophy.  I'm talking about Christianity (and I am not slamming on other doctrines or beliefs here, but Christianity is what it is just like apples aren't oranges).  And I'm marvelling at Phillipians 2:5-8.  This is really one of the most astounding passages in the Bible.  The God of the Hebrews, YHWH, the Creator, when time had come, looked very much like my little Maggie.  And I don't buy that "no crying He makes" business.  If as a baby, he lay there thinking god-thoughts, that would be cheating, wouldn't it?  He mad himself nothing.  He cried when he was hungry.  He cried when he had filled whatever passed for a diaper at the time.  He was in all point human as we are, yet without sin (Heb. 4:15, interpretation mine).  The Book of Hebrews also tell us that, "though He was a Son, He learned obedience through the things He suffered" (5:8).

WHAT?  If you're not stunned just a little by that, then I wonder if you've ever really engaged it.  It's scandalous.  It's crippling to our own agendas.  It's a killer.  And so I hold little Maggie feeling both blown away and like a jerk at the same time

But mostly blown away.  I've been wanting to write about this for awhile, but I finally had a nice little segue.  Seriously, though, she really blows her daddy's mind.

WELCOME HOME, MAGGIE JANE!