“In the beginning was the Word” (John 1:1 NIV).
The baby Mary held was connected to the dawn of time. He saw the first ray of sunlight and heard the first crash of a wave. The baby was born, but the Word never was. Jesus: the Genesis Word. And then, what no rabbi dared to dream, God did. “The Word became flesh” (John 1:14 NIV). The Artist became oil on his own palette. God became an embryo in the belly of a village girl. Christ in Mary. God in Christ.
The Word of God entered the world with the cry of a baby. His family had no cash or connections or strings to pull. But God came through them. God writes his story with people, ordinary people like Joseph and Mary, in an ordinary place, but conduits of extraordinary grace. And in God’s story, ordinary matters.
