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Words.

Some come, like weapons, hurled with intent to wound, divide, confuse; others,  pacify, instruct, encourage.  Whatever the intent, words matter.

Nothing matters more than what we choose to do with  The Word  that “became flesh and blood, and moved into the neighborhood.” (from John 1 in the Message)

How does one grasp,even an inkling of what this means?  Emmanuel. God with us.  Every creche we set-up at Christmas holds The Word, Jesus, a baby in a manger.  As J.I. Packer wrote, “God became man…the Almighty appeared on earth as a helpless human baby, unable to do more than lie and stare and wriggle and make noises, needing to be fed and changed and taught to talk like any other child…”

Imagine.

The Word that spoke the world into being, “Everything was created through him; nothing–not one thing!–came into being without him.”(John 1 in the Message)

Imagine.

The Word needed to be taught to speak.

Ma ma.

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Ham mer.

Nail.

Cross.

Tim Keller wrote, “God is infinitely loving.  He knows we could never climb up to him, so he has come down to us…He doesn’t send someone; he doesn’t send a committee report or a preacher to tell you how to save yourself.  He comes himself to fetch us.”

“Let all mortal flesh keep silence, and with fear and trembling stand;

Set your minds on things eternal, for with blessing in his hand

Christ our God to earth descended, come our homage to command.”

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