Some Tired Thoughts from a Speck on the Globe...
I am rushing through eternity, the Christmas lights around the clock are flashing unpredictably, and Little Wind is undulating his tail gently in the fishbowl. It is Wednesday night, and I'm taking a short pre-lesson planning post-dinner break to admire the Christmas tree balls Alli and I hung from the ceiling with ribbon a week ago. None of them have fallen in all that time, but I feel like I have. I've continued to fall through time, continued to fall into pockets and potholes of frustration, and continued to fall into a deeper understanding of how the father has chosen the foolish things of the world to shame the wise and the weak things of the world to shame the strong. He has chosen the lowly things and the despised things and the things that are not to nullify the things that are so that no one may boast before him. How ridiculous that I of all people am here, in China, going about the father's work, when I still know so little about what it means to carry a cross. Think for me, and for my students who are hungering for something they can't put a name to yet. There are a few who know the name, but won't call on it yet. Think especially for them.
How foolish that the creator of all that is, seen and unseen, should wrap himself in tender pink flesh and submit himself to the need for sleep, the urge to sneeze, and the pain of stubbed toes. How foolish and how wonderful. The immensity of the Word that spoke worlds into being couldn’t keep his head upright without his teenage mother’s hand behind it.
The Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us. We have seen his glory, the glory of the one and only, who came from the father, full of grace and truth.
Random Fact of the Day: Could the three wise men have come from China? You decide. See Matthew 2:1-2
I am rushing through eternity, the Christmas lights around the clock are flashing unpredictably, and Little Wind is undulating his tail gently in the fishbowl. It is Wednesday night, and I'm taking a short pre-lesson planning post-dinner break to admire the Christmas tree balls Alli and I hung from the ceiling with ribbon a week ago. None of them have fallen in all that time, but I feel like I have. I've continued to fall through time, continued to fall into pockets and potholes of frustration, and continued to fall into a deeper understanding of how the father has chosen the foolish things of the world to shame the wise and the weak things of the world to shame the strong. He has chosen the lowly things and the despised things and the things that are not to nullify the things that are so that no one may boast before him. How ridiculous that I of all people am here, in China, going about the father's work, when I still know so little about what it means to carry a cross. Think for me, and for my students who are hungering for something they can't put a name to yet. There are a few who know the name, but won't call on it yet. Think especially for them.
How foolish that the creator of all that is, seen and unseen, should wrap himself in tender pink flesh and submit himself to the need for sleep, the urge to sneeze, and the pain of stubbed toes. How foolish and how wonderful. The immensity of the Word that spoke worlds into being couldn’t keep his head upright without his teenage mother’s hand behind it.
The Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us. We have seen his glory, the glory of the one and only, who came from the father, full of grace and truth.
Random Fact of the Day: Could the three wise men have come from China? You decide. See Matthew 2:1-2
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