The thought that God’s divine plan was mapped out before the foundation of the world is both a comforting and sobering thought. To think that he foreknew man’s fall, and that he ordained the death of his own son is a staggering realization. It’s a theological idea that not all believers want to wrestle with. This piece, for the 1st week of Advent, reflects briefly on these ideas.
Look child. See what we have made.
From the deep we have called his name.
His breath, his heart, in time with ours.
He will know our voice.
He will walk with us in the cool of the morning.
From his seed all of creation will spring forth.
Look child. He is our image, our essence made flesh.
He is bone and blood, our word raised from the dust.
Our very fingerprint, forged from eternity past.
But he will break our heart.
We will watch our image cower in the shadows.
And the dust will reclaim him.
Go to him, that he might know us,
That he might see our Glory,
That you might die for him.