What God Wanted to Say

For the longest time God had tried to say who he was in relation to everyone else.  While what he said was true, it was only part of what he wanted to tell.  He told stories and gave illustrations.  They agreed and believed but wanted to know more.  They knew he was like a shepherd, or like a king.  They understood he was love, but there was more to see and more to believe.  So a time came for stories to give way to revelation in flesh.  He became man and was like them, as much like them as they were like each other and in this way what had been said and shown was more.  His love became a physical expression, like that of any two people in love whose concern was real, but only in words until they could touch.  Incarnation meant the wonder and beauty of his ardor had blossomed into the embrace of his flesh.

Jesus was what God had wanted to say.  He was what he meant to convey, all the passion, emotion, and fire of which God was capable.  And they understood.  At last, they knew what God was like.  They knew his name and could hold his hand.  He was like they were, and because he was all they were became holier, blending as it did into him.