More E.E. Cummings, sorry…
no man,if men are gods;but if gods must
be men,the sometimes only man is this
(most common,for each anguish is his grief;
and,for his joy is more than joy,most rare)
a fiend,if fiends speak truth;if angels burn
by their own generous completely light,
an angel;or(as various worlds he’ll spurn
rather than fail immeasurable fate)
such was a poet and shall be and is
–who’ll solve the depths of horror to defend
a sunbeam’s architecture with his life;
and carve immortal jungles of despair
to hold a mountain’s heartbeat in his hand
“That Art Thou.” The Incarnation. God who became Man. Who came to show us the way to be God.
Our destiny is the Incarnation. We are to be God. Jesus, the Christ, showed us the way.
The way “Up” is “Down.” We must be humbled to be exalted. We must sacrifice the (little s) self to assume our place in the (big S) Self. And not just when we die, but right now.
This is the white hot light at the center of our souls. It is beautiful and terrible and frightening. So frightening we refuse to look at it. Refuse to see.
Our scriptures hint at it, we sing hymns around it, we can hardly whisper it to ourselves. We dare not think it directly.
Because this truth is so incomprehensibly immense it overwhelms. This is ultimately why they killed Jesus, out of fear. He died for this Truth.
The idea of Emmanuel, God With Us, is fine with us as long as it’s God coming to be with us, be one of us. But don’t ask us to go be with Him, to be One in Him.
Because that Way is hard. Because that Truth is frightening. Because that Light is blinding.
life is more true than reason will deceive
(more secret or than madness did reveal)
deeper is life than lose;higher than have
–but beauty is more each than living’s all
multiplied by infinity sans if
the mightest meditations of mankind
cancelled are by one merely opening leaf
(beyond whose nearness there is no beyond)
or does some littler bird than eyes can learn
look up to silence and completely sing?
futures are obselete;pasts are unborn
(here less than nothing’s more than everything)
death,as men call him,ends what they call men
–but beauty is more now than dying’s when
God became Man so that Man could become God and be one with Him. All you have to do is forget your very (little s) self.
So, hey, Merry Christmas!