We have this romantic notion of Jesus as "God among us." And He was. But then, God has always been among us. From the very beginning, He got down in the dirt and the mud for us. Can't you see Him? The Creator of the Universe on His and knees, a splash of grim on His forehead, working so intently, knowing us so intimately. Walking with us in the cool of the evening. What was that like? Matching strides with God?
Then, even after we'd sinned and He was about to banish us from the garden, He pauses to make with His own hands our first proper clothing. He offers up an intimate act of grace even amidst that first judgment. I wonder what Adam and Eve thought when they felt the first winter wind's chill and they pulled their coats tight around themselves? Did they give thanks? Did they remember the good the Lord had done or the terrible moment He'd forced them to leave the garden?
And how long did that first wardrobe last? Was it like the clothing the Children of Israel wore while wandering in the wilderness -- lasting through the years? Or did we grow tired of the cut and style?
What logo do you think God sewed on the back of the pocket of their jeans?
My post from last year on this date.
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