I
Can’t Imagine the Eternal Morn
by Jack Hayford
… When
the Father rose from the throne, turned to the Son, and said, "Now."
What exchange
of words accompanied the laying aside of His robes of glory? As
He humbly divested Himself of every rank His due, each power His
own, what thoughts traversed His mind?
"A body
You have prepared for Me," speaks the Son trustingly. "Behold,
I have comeæ in the volume of the book it is written of Me?"
(Hebrews 10:5,7).
Did an angel
entourage accompany Him to the gates of the eternal city? At His
departure, what bewilderment appeared upon angelic countenances,
since they were not privy to the in-workings of the eternal plan?
(1 Peter 1:12)
What pain did
the Father feel? He alone knew the depths to which these processes
would take His Son. He alone foresaw the impact of human sin and
ignorance, and with what destructive force it would break over the
head of His Only-Begotten.
What silence
this hour, for the Son’s exit is not Christmas Eve. The song
of angels shall be withheld for thousands of earth hours yet to
be, for presently He leaves not for a manger in Bethlehem, but for
a womb in Nazareth.
God, a fetus.
The most incredible concept of all. How? What wonder is this? Miracles
and a resurrection are easy to believe once this truth is received:
"The Word became flesh and dwelt among us" (John 1:14).
Confidence in heaven’s concern with earth’s need is certain
when we lay hold of the words, "Since we, God’s children
are human beingsæ made of flesh and bloodæ he became flesh and blood
too by being born in human form" (Hebrews 2:14, TLB).
God, a baby!
The ultimate
vulnerability: God surrendering Himself to Man. It extends beyond
the limits of human imagination, but not beyond human comprehension.
Because of the unimaginable I can experience the comprehensible.
Because of the eternal expenditure that the Father madeæ giving
His Belovedæ and because of the redemptive price the Son would payæ
giving His bloodæ I can be born again. Forgiven. Transformed. Brought
to the Father forever.
It is all finally
comprehensible because it can happen in me. But it somehow remains
unimaginable when I attempt to conceive how His conception came
about. But it did. And because of that morn, I awaken on this one
to greet you.
I
Can’t Imagine The Eternal Morn © 1978, 1990,
Jack W. Hayford, Living Way Ministries, Van Nuys, California, 91405.
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