We walked in the woods today–just the two of us–and I was struck with the wonder of it all. This grand creation and the perfect order of things. This gift from Creator’s hand. His sustaining power to spin His spheres. Yet the Maker of all came down, knit in a virgin’s womb, born on a stable floor. Poor, fragile, infant Flesh felt the sting of His first breath and the roll of hunger in His tiny belly. Indeed He emptied Himself of all but love.
And this One, the One who Mary cradled in her teenage arms: He is the image of the invisible God, the firstborn of all creation. For by him all things were created, in heaven and on earth, visible and invisible, whether thrones or dominions or rulers or authorities–all things were created through him and for him. And he is before all things, and in him all things hold together.