Why choose an infant?

Do you remember your response to holding an infant in your arms? Whether it be the first time or the hundredth - I think the response is the same. If love and total vulnerability merge into one feeling, it is in that experience. I remember holding my god-daughter first when she was a new born and so many times afterward. Humbling - yes, but something more.

I remember the warmth, the total abandonment of everything around me and the
shared moment of love and mutuality. There is no real way of knowing
that moment unless you have shared that singular experience. Time suspends, and an other worldly inter-communication opens a window that can never close. It is total be-wonderment and it is mutually shared, unspoken from the infant but ever present and totally surrendered from the adult.

Holding that moment close, I begin to open a different window. Why did God
choose a child to be born in common circumstances in a more than humble surrounding to a set of betrothed folks so far from home? If we accept this as the birth of someone separate and not so common, the question still begs the queston - why?

All our ancient myths or sagas require a hero or special person to enter
time from exceptional circumstances. And then that person grows into maturity bearing an inner expectation of some kind of deliverance or act
that moves humanity forward.

So, God birthing a child into the world fills the expectaion of Myth, but also opens the remembered experience of the new born held in our arms and
all that brings to our own personhood and hope.

With that, I begin to visit Christmas anew each year, bringing all the prior year allows me to experience into new relationship with the story that will not let go of me.

R