On the floor with my knee bleeding, my grand son said to me “are you okay Grammy, did you break anything.” I responded, “only my pride.” The six-year-old granddaughter questioned, “what’s pride?” I considered telling her it was that gray stuff between your ears or sometimes the part you sit on, but before I could respond my son filled in with “It’s how you feel about yourself.” Both seemed to accept that answer, and decided I was okay and off they went. My son questioned what happened, “I just caught my toe on the threshold of the door. I was talking to the kids and not paying attention.” “Good thing you weren’t chewing gum too!” Words words, words. .. . .
I think in part, that is what the scripture is about. God’s word became flesh in Jesus. The words he wanted to tell us is: we are loved, we are valued, God’s love never fails. We may fall, we may hurt our pride, but God’s love never fails. The Word of God has come to dwell with us.
Blessings and Happy Advent,