Thoughts on The Incarnation

With Easter approaching I have been thinking a lot about the Incarnation.  Mostly, my thoughts have revolved around the unfathomable, almost comical nature of the incarnation.  I have always been able to understand Jesus as the man who walked around healing, teaching, preaching, dieing and rising. But over the last several weeks I have been meditating on the un-incarnatiablity of God, a fact that makes the Incarnation so scandalous.

I guess always imagined God-the-Father as just an older version of Jesus, the previous generation of divinity.  But this season I'm finding this view embarrassingly inadequate. We are speaking of the force that spoke the cosmos into being, who guides the moon and stars, not only around this planet, but around all the planets. This is the other who is so far beyond our understanding that words fall off the page they are so heavily inadequate to describe. This is the fire that is its own fuel. This is the water that is its own bowl. This is the love that blasts apart pleasure and leaves behind transformational joy.  This is the thread that holds all things together. This is the feeling of fear in the darkest part of the night. This is irreducible, the unknowable, present everywhere, yet untouchable anywhere.

This is what is poured into human form. 

I think I was mentally reverse-engineering the Incarnation back onto God-the-Father, creating what I think I may aptly call "Grandpa Jesus."  This was minimizing the mystery and beauty of the Incarnation.  How could something so not-created enter into the created world?  I don't know.  But it really doesn't matter how.  It matters that it somehow did. 

As I like to say, "Everything is possible, not everything is explainable."