Mary’s Song by Luci Shaw
Blue homespun and the bend of my breast
keep warm this small hot naked star
fallen to my arms. (Rest…
you who have had so far to come.)
Now nearness satisfies
the body of God sweetly. Quiet he lies
whose vigor hurled a universe. He sleeps
whose eyelids have not closed before.
His breath (so slight it seems
no breath at all) once ruffled the dark deeps
to sprout a world. Charmed by dove’s voices,
the whisper of straw, he dreams,
hearing no music from his other spheres.
Breath, mouth, ears, eyes
he is curtailed who overflowed all skies,
all years. Older than eternity, now he
is new. Now native to earth as I am, nailed
to my poor planet, caught
that I might be free, blind in my womb
to know my darkness ended,
brought to this birth for me to be new-born,
and for him to see me mended
I must see him torn.
Grace Church, to understand the depth and beauty of Christmas we need to understand the tension of Christmas. That tension is found in the mission for which Jesus came. Christmas is the dawning of the gospel.
God’s vigor hurled a universe into being. God took on flesh and reduced himself; he who overflowed all the skies. He is older than eternity now he is new as an infant born to Mary. His mission was to glorify his Father and create a rescue plan for sinners.
Jesus was nailed to the planet he created that we may be free through his death. The darkness that is our sin and separates us from God can now be overcome. He who was a new born offers new birth to you and me.
Christmas is not a cute story but the beginning of a story which leads to the ripping apart of the God-Man; Jesus Christ. He had to be torn so we could be mended. The mending can come through your calling on the name of Jesus. No longer a baby in a manger but a King on a throne.