“Man’s maker was made man, that He, Ruler of the stars, might nurse at His mother’s breast;
that the Bread might hunger, the Fountain thirst, the Light sleep, the Way be tired on its journey;
that the Truth might be accused of false witness, the Teacher be beaten with whips, the Foundation be suspended on wood;
that Strength might grow weak, that the Healer might be wounded, that Life might die.“
- Augustine of Hippo, Sermons 191.1
With apologies to The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, perhaps the mystery of Christ’s Incarnation and the nature of the Godhead might be eternal questions our minds can never fully comprehend. As such they will likely outlive the universe along with the last question that remains.
It’s “Where shall we have dinner?“
It’s that time of the semester again; pray for us all in our quest for exam marks, for a spot on the Dean’s list, or at least not too far below it.
More during the hols, I promise. Lord, they seem so far away…
