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Sunday, December 22, 2002 :::
 
A Christmas Mediation by Martin Wroe
It's hard to get beyond the glitz of Xmas and the weepy sentimentality of the stable and manger. But at the centre of the story is "the word becoming flesh"... God becoming a human being to live a fleshly life on earth. In a Christmas meditation, Martin Wroe asks the questions that go to the heart of it all... what colour are you God what's your body like any disabilities, distinguishing characteristics would we spot you in a crowd would we stare at you for some deformity how many senses have you got five, six, eighteen, ninety four and what's your sense of touch like is your handshake firm as a vice or slippery as an eel what do you smell of anything in particular â?? the universe, for example planets, oceans, space, skies do you smell of petrol like everything else we believe your Spirit is always willing but is your flesh ever weak and if the Word was made flesh are you flesh of our flesh bone of our bones is that you there, meek and mild all meanly wrapped in swaddling clothes is that you Baby J, Word of the Father now in flesh appearing is that you screaming as you arrived like the rest of us screaming at the shock of the new the shock of the cold and the old and the broken is that you Baby J slipping clumsily out from between a Virgin's legs covered in blood and gunge and straw when moments before you had been covered in glory is that you tied to the mother of God by a fleshy cord sucking on a woman's breast for your very life what a come down still at least you had an audience cows was it, a goat or two did they look on in awe and wonder were the cattle lowing a bit or were they a right nuisance but little Lord Jesus no crying he makes well, that's not true is it the thing about flesh is it makes you cry for better or worse, you've got to cry who is he in yonder stall at whose feet the shepherd's fall did they fall? did they recognise you up close ? did they know that was you, God, in the flesh or were they just intrigued by the heavenly host and the funny star and did the flesh inconvenience and annoy and anger you like it does the rest of us, your fleshy creatures did your nose run green your skin flake or bruise red did you itch your breath catch from asthma in that smelly barn your chest tighten in fear and later on what did you do about your desires you know, the fleshly ones and, just out of interest, where on earth did you go for your private movements and are there miraculously fertile plants there today trees with roots for miles and branches into the heavens never barren, endlessly ripe... or are those places where the divine squatted in squalor feeling quite a lot lower than the angels â?? wiping his bum with leaves â?? are they like every other place, where folks did their business with no particular supernatural horticultural memento and when you were tired, when it all was going wrong when your friends misunderstood, lost interest, wandered off did you think what did I get into this body business for swapping omnipresence for being somewhere in particular did you feel trapped in that body or didn't you know what it had been like before you became body when you were in-carnate could you know what it was like out-carnate flesh can't be in more than one place at a time flesh is limited flesh is awkward you must have wondered at the restrictions of the corporeal did you ever notice , could you tell the difference? and did the flesh also exhilarate you, excite you did you run and laugh and kiss did you sweat and wrestle and argue and if you longed to be more...were you grateful to have lived on earth a human in flesh to have become one of us he was little, weak and helpless tears and smiles like us he knew and he feeleth for our sadness and he shareth in our gladness how's the old body now do you wear a halo or a crown is it of gold or is it of thorns are there marks on your palms blood on the side of your shirt still ? Jesus of the body, of the flesh, Jesus of the Spirit welcome to the body God thank you for being it putting flesh on the bones of our skeletal lives fleshing out the way life might be lived thank you Spirit of Jesus for becoming body among us thank you that veiled in flesh the Godhead we see flesh is all we have but, now you now â?? as well as any of us â?? flesh is not all we are

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