But when the time had fully come, God sent his Son, born of a woman, born under law, to redeem those under law, that we might receive the full rights of sons. Gal. 4:4,5.I consider the God of the Universe, paradoxically born of a woman. Have you ever stopped to consider what that means in down-to-earth terms? Would the God of the Universe have been aware of Himself at all times as he became human? I am full of questions:
How was it to have his cells divide and take their places, for his bulgey big head form over a polliwog body?
How was it to curl up into a fetal position inside that teenage girl?
How was it to grow fingernails and toenails while slowly floating and turning in the amniotic fluid?
How much did he kick as he got bigger and bigger? Did he ever get the hiccups in there?
What was it like to feel his tiny protective cocoon contract and get serious about expelling him into a literally cold, cruel world?
What was it like to be crushed and squeezed and pushed through that birth canal to the accompaniment of his mother's cries and groans?
Did he feel her terror as she delivered? Did he feel any of his own? How aware was he?
Whose hands greeted him as he emerged? Were they rough with calluses? Did they fumble at their task of receiving him?
What was it like to gulp that first lungful of the air that he had created?
What did that first cry sound like, and did the sound of his new little human voice shock him?
Was his little skull squished a bit by his passage, or his face flattened?
Was his skin blue when he emerged?
Did he thrust out his little feet and hands in protest at this violent entry into the world?
Who cut his cord?
How was it to curl up into a fetal position inside that teenage girl?
How was it to grow fingernails and toenails while slowly floating and turning in the amniotic fluid?
How much did he kick as he got bigger and bigger? Did he ever get the hiccups in there?
What was it like to feel his tiny protective cocoon contract and get serious about expelling him into a literally cold, cruel world?
What was it like to be crushed and squeezed and pushed through that birth canal to the accompaniment of his mother's cries and groans?
Did he feel her terror as she delivered? Did he feel any of his own? How aware was he?
Whose hands greeted him as he emerged? Were they rough with calluses? Did they fumble at their task of receiving him?
What was it like to gulp that first lungful of the air that he had created?
What did that first cry sound like, and did the sound of his new little human voice shock him?
Was his little skull squished a bit by his passage, or his face flattened?
Was his skin blue when he emerged?
Did he thrust out his little feet and hands in protest at this violent entry into the world?
Who cut his cord?
I wonder what about full rights of daughters. Us girls kinda got the short stick in the Bible.
ReplyDeleteYeah, I agree. I tend to receive that wording as generic. I'm thinkin' this verse was written to be culturally correct for that time....
ReplyDeleteWow--your mom delivering a baby! Was your mom a medical doctor? a nurse practitioner?
ReplyDeleteI think that sometimes the divinity aspect of God overwhelms and overshadows the human. And, for me, the human is so much more compelling.
I can't relate to how GOD might have lived on earth, but I can sure relate to how (hu)MAN lives there.