Five years

Five years ago...

America was still reeling from 9/11.

We hadn't invaded Iraq.

Nobody had heard of Barack Obama.

And I had my last moments as a single man.

Five years later, I love her more than I did then. Both of us have grown up in ways I couldn't even imagine then. The road has been rough, but road trips are always more fun when you're on them with a friend.

So honey, here's to five years together so far, and a hope for many more.

On the Incarnation

This time of year, all Christians celebrate the Incarnation, or enfleshment, of Jesus the Christ. While my thoughts are amateur, one must start somewhere.

The Incarnation is an incredible miracle. One Who is infinite wrapped Himself in finitude, in a body that exists in three dimensions and had boundaries. The Omnipresent One was in a single location. The fullness of Deity Who spoke and worlds leapt into existence at His command could talk with people who didn't want to listen!

Is it that much of a logical leap from the Incarnation (which all Christians acknowledge) to the Real Presence at the Eucharist? The God who clothed Himself with flesh, making it holy, is surely capable of clothing Himself with bread and wine, making them holy, isn't He?