This evening, while each of the children (excluding Benjamin) opened one gift apiece...
...a current was flowing underneath all of that.
A current of words, flooding my soul with WONDER.
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 ~