I am a believer. That’s not to say that I believe in just anything - quite the opposite. In most ways, I am a skeptic - an atheist, even. What I mean is that there are a great many gods that I don’t believe in, and I do not like to be made a fool of, so I am not easily convinced of things.
Yet, there is Jesus, and when I consider him - when I look back across history into His face, I see more than a mere characterture: I meet a person - flesh and blood. Jesus, as a person, is one I can’t shake, and his radical life is the sort that simply doesn’t make sense outside of a certain context, and that’s where everything gets weird.
I don’t mean to suggest that the pieces all fall together neatly: the infinite as finite, and Spirit as flesh is confusing enough to wrap ones mind around, but then three as one - even if a scientific model call be conceived of - when it works itself out into daily life is just hard to get one’s brain around. So I doubt, but then I always just slide back towards Jesus.
I suspect it is just a reflection of divine creativity, after-all, and creativity doesn’t always make easy sense. To consider an infinite God, from eternity past, creating a universe which He knows full well will fall - with the Cross in plain sight - then entering into time, though timeless - the creator and sustainer of time, no less. A baby, growing in Godliness like a normal man, carrying forward history itself by his own will. That’s creative - God knows, I would’ve never thought of it.
And that’s the beauty of it all - God doesn’t think, or act like me. I’m sure that there are many reasons to be glad about that.
Merry Christmas. I hope our mind-bogglingly creative God blows your mind this year. So be it.