I once read a remarkable article by a Scottish writer aptly named Christian George. He addressed the incarnation of Jesus Christ in a shocking, refreshing way. Here are a few lines-
“Let’s get right down to business. Jesus took off His clothes. From the beginning of time, He planned to trade heavenly silk for soiled humanity…What a thought! That God would feel the fever of an infection and the throb of a headache… God stripped Himself that we might be clothed.”
I don’t think we fully appreciate the stupendous declaration found in John 1:14- “The Word became flesh and made His dwelling among us.” We miss the utter vulgarity & seeming absurdity of deity setting aside glory and trading it all for dirty humanity. As George further explains, “Jesus knew pain firsthand. He was not an airbrushed model who never knew a wart or wrinkle. No, God became real blood and real bone.”
Considering the supreme glory from whence Christ came (read Isaiah 6:1-4 & Revelation 4:1-11), His putting on of human skin, entering earth through the birth canal of a peasant girl, growing up among dirt-poor commoners, astounds me. He never travelled more than 100 miles from His birth home, and was mocked, ridiculed, spit on, beaten, and rejected by those He came to save. “How odd of God!” George exclaims in his article. And yet as he points out, Jesus understands what its like to be in our skin. “He knew the agony, numbness, and intensity of being human. No other ‘god’ took so radical a jump as Jesus… The incarnation (literally ‘into flesh’) is unique to Christianity because the kamikaze Christ plunged into death so that we might have life. Because Jesus was man, God identifies with us. Because Jesus was divine, we identify with God.”
Apostle Paul said it best: “He became sin who knew no sin, that we might become the righteousness of God in Him.” 2 Corinthians 5:21
I am speechless. I love Christ all the more.