This is a poem to one whom I hardly even dare address by name Jesus.
Jesus, God incarnate, the terrifying, unapproachable, holy God.
Yet one who did not stay distant though your holiness was never compromised one iota by coming near.
You, Almighty, Powerful, Fear-inspiring God, You became a helpless baby.
We sing about your coming, we have models in our streets and shopping centres, your likeness is on cards we send to our friends, your coming is re-enacted all over the world.
Were good at talking about the facts, but we can hardly begin to fathom the truth of the incarnation.
You are Creator, yet you became created.
You are the judge, yet you allowed yourself to be judged by mere sinful men.
You are the ultimate in meting out justice, yet you became the victim of gross injustice.
Your holiness should have made you unapproachable to we fallible, broken creatures, yet you took upon yourself the sins of mankind.
Surely in the darkest times you were mindful that you would again be glorified.
Yet in the meantime, you endured unspeakable pain, that you, as the First born, might lead many people to glorification also.
What unfathomable love is yours.
You, who expressed such love through the incarnation, deserve complete and total commitment from we who call ourselves after your name Christians.
What appropriate response is there to such mercy but complete dedication of everything that we are and have?
Yet we fall short time after time, looking to our own comforts first, all but forgetting the One to whom we owe everything.
We mean so well, but our good intentions very often fall by the wayside.
Lord Jesus, you know our weaknesses and you identify with our humanity.
Work in us, change us, transform us in every area.
We want to know you, love you, and live only for you whatever that means for each of us.
There is no other response appropriate for you, our Saviour, our Master, our High Priest.