A comment on the channel Off the Left Eye caught me off guard recently. Probably I should have expected it, but I am the kind who takes what I have been given and does not immediately dissect it. I have heard of kids who dismantle their mother's vacuum cleaner, which is annoying, and yet they go on to be successful engineers. Like my firstborn, though, he left my
appliances alone.
The woman asked why God had to be born as a human. A fair inquiry, especially at this time of year, and I wanted to honor her with a thoughtful reply.
My knee has been giving me problems. Well, to be fair, all she is doing is asking me to slow down and take the stairs one at a time. This makes me a little embarrassed, not to mention reluctant to go to the second floor for a single item. Last week I was headed to
a staircase with a friend, when I spoke.
"You go first."
"No, you go first."
"I am slow," I admitted.
"I'm slow too!"
So we went up, without breaking a sweat, and I felt grateful to be with her, being old.
This is not what I wrote to the commenter, but I did quote Isaiah.
"He was despised,
rejected of men. A man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief. Surely He has borne our grief, and carried our sorrows. For our sins He was wounded, by His stripes we are healed."
God is offering to walk up the stairway to heaven with us. Even if we are slow.
