This Man-God: The Big Story - Christian Lindbeck

Exposition.
Rising Action.
Climax.

And here we are,
at the apex 
of the plot triangle;
what all the rebellion
and exile have led to,
what all the love letters
have alluded to:
the ultimate expression
of who this God is,
unfolded through hints
and dropped clues,
bread crumbs
leading
to
this.

The Holy One
entered the flesh
of a created being,
to mold a new creation -
a man-God,
born in earthly mess,
umbilically bound
to His mother,
slipping wetly
onto soiled straw.

The maestro of Time
conducted 
through a four-hundred 
year gestation -
a minor pause -
a quivering string
reverberated
and built slowly
to the momentous
crescendo,
exquisitely timed.

And so we turn
to regard Him,
this human
in every way -
who defecated
and belched,
grasped Mary's hair
in miniature fists
and yawned
with untoothed 
gums.

Yet, this being
we recognize in
new, unblemished flesh
is older than time itself -
an irony that fractures
our expectations
and implodes our
realities.

And though He lived
each day,
confined by minutes
and hours like us,
yet unlike us,
He did not sin
in word or 
in deed.

When still unadulterated,
He baffled the PhDs
with a fully embodied
understanding 
of spiritual tomes,
able not only to articulate
but delineate and 
demystify 
the sacred texts.

Our hero-author
recolored and rewove
Truth, re-centering power,
wielding
without abusing it.
Even those who walked
beside Him
wondered, "WHAT??!!??
as He bent physical laws
like pretzels
not for entertainment 
or publicity,
but as parables
and compassionate
relief of 
sin's curse.

Even Death did not destroy
this man-God,
this love letter,
this 3D illustration
of the Father's 
lesson plan.
"This is what I meant,"
He says, "this is
the Way.
Come, walk
in it
as I intended
all along."