Dearly Beloved, Grace and Peace to you. In the beginning the Word became flesh and dwelt among us.
What mother would withhold a kiss? What lover would prefer a thought to a lover's body, flesh to flesh?
Yet frightened by our hunger for it— for the body is the body of God— a fussy child, we pushed it away, punished flesh as if it were to blame (How dare God come to us so alluring, arousing and fragile?), crucified it—humanity cutting itself— and flung the flesh of the Word back into the darkness.
And in the dark and chaos, again the Word became flesh and dwelt among us.
God, who still can't resist the carnal embrace, comes to us embodied, resurrected in the flesh— Thomas made sure—wounded, but holy, and so the body restored, all flesh redeemed:
not angelic light-bodies, but this good thing, chosen, the ordinary body, the real, too old, too fat, bad hair, the body that knows how to give, how to weep, how to tremble, yes, the body hungry enough to grasp what the mind cannot, yes, yes, the very body sitting there reading this.
Deep Blessings, Pastor Steve
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