Saturday December 13, 2008
He was in the world, and though the world was made through him, the world did not recognize him. He came to that which was his own, but his own did not receive him. Yet to all who received him, to those who believed in his name, he gave the right to become children of God, John 1:10-12.
Going away is a bit like moving. We have to move toward a deadline, making sure everything is packed ready to go. When we are moving there is a slow panic build-up until moving day—hope the weather co-operates; will everything get on the truck; don’t forget the plants outside—until the moment everything is inside the new place. The place may be a mess, but we can shut the door and breathe a sigh of relief.
Flying is a bit like that—especially for a three month absence. I’m feeling the panic more than previously. Perhaps it’s age catching up, or a subconscious reaction knowing that creature crouching at the door: surgery when we return from England in mid–March. Either way, I’m looking forward to getting seated on the plane knowing that it’s too late “remember” anything else and the panic is over.
I doubt the Son of God had the same panic before his trip into time and onto the earth. There’s one person who must have been organised well ahead. But his journey, unlike ours, was not to some joyful reunions. We will meet up with many family and friends that will be glad to see us. Not so our Creator, who was spurned by his own creation. He looked forward to the pain of rejection and the violence of the cross—no vacation trip for him!
Tragically, he still suffers the same rejection from those who would rather face death on their own.