I’ve been thinking about this seed of Yahweh planted in the cave of a woman-child.
Confined and nurtured in soft dark womb, nourished with her every heartbeat.
And how cells of cell multiplied until he fluttered light.
Then stretched and rose like yeast bread in her warm belly.
Until her body could no longer contain him.
How the walls closed in, contracted, kneaded, and she expelled him down that painful passage toward the light.
How with gush of blood and water he slid wet into straw.
Whose hands touched him first, this son of man?
His earthly father’s?
Did his parents count his perfect fingers–the fingers of God himself?
I think about those tiny hands that fisted around their fingers, that held their hands as he grew.
About those hands that maybe planted seeds in soil, shaped wood, perhaps chiseled stone.
The hands that touched and healed and held a scroll.
The fingers that wrote in dirt.
And how one day he, light of lights, staggered down another narrow painful passage, toward the dark.
Pummeled and beaten by hands of others.
As his own slivered palms quivered with the weight of a heavy cross.
How he was stretched wide, this bread of life.
How this one whose hands pounded nails to build, accepted pounded nails meant to break Creator by created.
And how his mother’s heart exploded with the pain of it and the love of him.
I think of how his own limp body could not hold him.
How with gush of blood and water he slipped his earthly life.
And how his mother may have caressed and kissed those grown man’s blood-stained hands.
I think about this seed of Yahweh, this son of man, planted in a cave of earth.
Confined to cold, dark stone.
Until the tomb could not contain him.
How he stretched and rose, this bread of life.
And how he comes to us still and plants himself in our hearts, becomes our heartbeat.
So our hearts explode with the pain of it and the love of him.
And we cannot contain him.
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In the stillness,
I will establish your seed forever and build up your throne to all generations. Selah. ~Psalm 89:4 (NASB)