I, who won't even stay at a cheap hotel, marvel at the thought of the incarnation. One of the things most adults fear is dependency. We dread the helplessness of old age. Babies don't resent being helpless, they don't know anything else, but Christ knew exactly what was in store for him and what he was leaving behind. I am glad for our sakes that he was willing to do what was needed to accomplish redemption, but I wonder why, having achieved that goal, he didn't leave his human body behind. He chose to identify with us forever, perhaps for our sake, probably for purposes known only to the godhead, certainly to fulfill all righteousness.
And then there's me--unwilling to leave the comforts of my life long enough to go camping, or talk to that ragged person in the parking lot, or acknowledge my dependence by asking for prayer. The cheap hotel of my body is expensive to maintain, in desperate need of remodeling, the rooms are filled with junk, the tv shows mostly trash and yet the Holy Spirit is willing to move in long term until the complete renovation at an unscheduled future date. If Christ was willing to put on human flesh for eternity and put up with me, what is truly incomprehensible is my willingness to put down my fellow man. There is a lot more to sharing humanity than wearing skin.
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