The Word Became Flesh
“The word became flesh,” John writes, “and dwelt among us.” Flesh: nothing romantic or idealized here. This is the sagging, wrinkling, discolored, splotched, weak, limited, smelly stuff which we are. Flesh, bodies: wholly ordinary, corruptible, and unsatisfying. So much of what we do is an attempt to circumvent or decrease the limitations and degradation of our flesh, especially over time. Glory, we are sure, exists outside of these bodies. And that, of course, is true: When glory — “his glory,…