Had it not been for his dying


“Had it not been for his dying, I would never have been privileged to see his living.”

That comment came in a conversation. The comments box of another’s blog.

Mel Wild is asking the questions: “A question about the incarnation of Christ” – http://melwild.wordpress.com/2014/12/14/a-question-about-the-incarnation-of-christ/#comment-3460

He has drawn me in. I was talking about my own father and that sentence popped out.

And yet …

Those few words are percolating through the dry grounds of many verses. He is percolating this stumbling. His spirit poured gently over the dry grounds. Warming and moistening. Poured with Love. And the dripping drips, the warm steam, the fragrant aroma, the dark coloured liquid collecting below …

And yet …

“Had it not been for his dying, I would never have been privileged to see his living.”

It has not percolated yet. Not fully. Maybe this kind of percolating never ever does. Not fully.

But I am drooling a little. At the promise He is drawing out. The sense of having stumbled on something important. Something “Christmassy”. Something baby Jesus and God and all of that.

Something of Him and me.

“Had it not been for his dying, I would never have been privileged to see his living.”

Mmmmm …

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6 thoughts on “Had it not been for his dying

    • Merryn – “the promise of hope is too exciting to ignore!”

      Oddly this year He is sending little tingling tingles in so many ways, so many words and pictures and memories! I hear you!!! Thank you!! 🙂

  1. Paul, I read your comment on Mel’s blog – made me think of my mother, and how I got to know her as her, and then this – coming round to thoughts of God, and how we call him Father; of Jesus, and Spirit. Yet it’s only in the deep dying of this baby Savior to us, and of ourselves to him that we truly come to know him. Feel deeply in the tears that come to our eyes, the ache that comes to our heart, that we are connected, grief to grief, joy to joy, peace to peace. Yes. “Had it not been for his dying, I would never have been privileged to see his living.” So humbled and thankful.

    • Hiya Susan – I have always had that sense since my dad dies – that those few months were a gift of dissolving the invisible filter which is that label. “Dad” and “Mum” always labels – yet always keeping the “real” at bay. Mel and his posts linked that and God Soft Hands Jesus. And the wows have taken off again!

      (I am not an Advent fan – inbuilt resistance to adopting the church calendar and what to focus on. Yet this Advent, He seems to have swung me around and around – and plopped me in a warm bath of love – so much more than a baby shower – so much more than a seasonal calendar of thought. And I am loving it! The idea of sharing a bath is a little out of my comfort zone – so I will stick to dirt!!

      Thank you dirt sister for this luxurious bucket of dirt this Christmas, )

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