(Frank Sinatra sings and St. Paul tells us of the beautiful incarnation story.)
“She was Boston, I was Vegas,
She was crepe suzette, I was pie,
She was lectures, I was movies, but I loved her.
She was Mozart, I was Basie…”
God deemed angels not His equal but chose to take on human flesh.
“She was afternoon tea, I was saloon,
She was Junior League, I was Dodgers,
But I loved her morning, night and noon.
Opposites attract, the wise men claim,
Still I wish that we had been a little more the same…”
Emptying Himself of divinity, He filled our humanity with His divinity.
“She was polo, I was race track,
She was museums, I was TV.
She did her best to change me
Though she never knew quite how,
But I loved her, almost as much as I do now…”
Jesus Christ being found in appearance as a man, He humbled Himself by becoming obedient to the point of death, even death on a cross. For this reason also, God highly exalted Him, and bestowed on Him the name which is above every name.
“She was Wall Street, I was pawn shop,
She was French champagne, I was beer,
She knew much more that I did
But there was one thing she didn’t know,
That I loved her, because I never, never told her so…”
I heard a priest today goes to pains to tell us about of the separation between our Great and Almighty God and us who are the lowliest of the lowly. I guess he missed St. Paul’s Christological Hymn while in school and doesn’t listen to Frank Sinatra. Too bad for him and his understanding of Christmas.