And the Word became flesh and dwelt among us . . . John 1:14
Frederick Buechner reflects on the Word made flesh in The Faces of Jesus:
The man on the cross was a man of flesh, but he was also the WORD made flesh, as John writes it in the great prologue to his Gospel, the Word that ‘became flesh and dwelt among us, full of grace and truth.’ The Creator himself comes to dwell within his own creation, the Eternal within the temporal, the Invulnerable within the wound.
It is as if Shakespeare could somehow have entered the world of Hamlet, say, the dramatist descending from the infinite dimensions of reality into the dimensionlessness of his own drama, becoming a character in his own plot although he well knows the tragic denouement and submitting himself to all its limitations so that he can burst them asunder when the time comes and lead a tremendous exeunt by which his whole dramatis personae will become true persons at last.
Frederick Buechner, The Faces of Jesus
We love this idea. God entering the world is like a playwright entering his own play. Even knowing the outcome and the pain He would suffer, God came to live among us. Beautiful.
Betsy and Laurie