The story of incarnation is
the story of love.
Father Damien was a priest who
became famous for his willingness to serve lepers. He moved to Kalawao, a village on the island of Molokai
in Hawaii
that had been quarantined to serve as a leper colony. For sixteen years he lived in their
midst. He learned to speak their
language. He bandaged their wounds,
embraced bodies no one else would touch, preached to hearts that would otherwise
have been left alone. He organized
schools, bands, and choirs. He built
homes so that the lepers could have shelter.
He built two thousand coffins by hand so that when they died, they could
be buried with dignity. Slowly, it was
said, Kalawao became a place to live rather than a place to die, for Father
Damien offered hope.
Father Damien was not
careful about keeping his distance. He
did nothing to separate himself from his people. He dipped his fingers in the poi bowl along
with the patients. He shared his
pipe. He did not always wash his hands
after bandaging open sores. He got
close. For this the people loved him.
Then one day he stood up and
began his sermon with two words: "We lepers…" Now he wasn't just
helping them. Now he was one of
them. From this day forward he wasn't
just on their island; he was in their skin.
First he had chosen to live as they lived; now he would die as they
died. Now they were in it together.
One day God came to earth
and began His message: "We lepers…"
Now He wasn't just helping us.
Now He was one of us. Now He was
in our skin. Now we were in it together.
The story of incarnation is
the story of love. Many people didn't
recognize Him as God, of course. They
were looking for someone a little flashier.
They expected more in the way of special effects, not someone who would
take on all our limitations. He came as
Waldo. Many people saw Him, but only a
few recognized Him. Those who missed Him
did not generally do so out of a lack of knowledge. What blinded them was pride.
-- John Ortberg in God Is Closer Than You Think
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