He came unto his own and his own received him not. He was rejected. He was despised. They threw him out of the temple. Yet his words were gold. They were salvation itself. They were the words of the wisdom of the ages.
He was confined to the vestiges of encumbered humanity. He emptied himself of who he was, pouring out his majesty into the likeness of us. He took the seat of infants in the corridors of our planet. He was subjected to the constraints of existence among us. He was marginalized. He was infantized. We did not see him for who he really was.
He inflicted upon himself the pain of our existence. His hands and arms bore the deep wounds of our grief. His words of love to us, he carved, in the wounds on his own body. He sacrificed himself. He continues to bear our pain.
Rise up oh, Savior of the world! Let your kingdom come. Let your will be done. Throw off the bondages of our vestige. Be our Christ. Be our hope. Recreate your creation. Rise above our rejection of you. Rise above our human infancy. By your wounds we are healed. Reign in your glory. Stand on the stage of our hearts. Speak your words of truth into our souls. May we suffer with you the pain of all humanity. My we return to infancy with you, so that we can grow again into your new kingdom, which shall have no end.