Not Lent but Given: The Here I AMعينة

“Welcome Jesus” It happened. Suddenly, by one, concentric but convoluted moment, the seamless split. Miraculously, by two, simultaneous but terrific tears, oneness ripped. Christ from His Father, and Christ from His mother. But the moment He did, weak, bloodied, and gasping for breath - the estrangement of everyday life in this world was invited to embody its Maker. When Jesus gulped his first breath of air, the world was granted breadth to be His heir. Love wailed, a child torn from home, and every person from east to west, from young to old and from obscure to well-known, became a guest of God. What was the shape of this unfathomed space? A tadpole. A Father’s Son. A child, grown to Jesus.