How can it be?

 

An ode to our Almighty, Loving God of Impossibles

 

How can it be O God,

that you who created the whole universe will become a creature himself,

that you who are the King of Kings will be born in a dirty manger,

that you who are Almighty will go through the struggles of a common man’s life,

that you who are Holy of Holies would dive into the pit of filth for your love for us,

that you who has the power to destroy would continue to be merciful and forgiving even when we disobey and rebel?

 

How can it be O Lord,

that you chose to suffer and be obedient when you didn’t have to,

that you stayed silent when people chained you, mocked you, humiliated you,

that you looked at Peter with love after he denied you three times,

that you consoled others while you were going through the agony of carrying the cross,

that you forgave those who scourged you and pray for those who nailed you on the cross,

that you gave salvation to the thief crucified next to you,

that you cared for your mother and disciple, in your last moments on earth,

that you who did not sin, died on the Cross for the sin of all,

that you who calmed the storm and brought back dead from life just by your word would let mere mortals put you on trial, spit on you, flog you, crucify you,

that you who is the author of life, will die the most excruciating and humiliating death, that you gave up your life so that I can have mine?

 

How can it be O God,

that you give me the freedom to do what I want when you can make me your slave,

that you are mindful of me and my ways,

that even when I’m unfaithful, you are faithful,

that even though I may not listen to you, you always listen to me,

that despite my faults, my shortcomings, my sins, you hold me close to you,

that after all that I’ve done, you still love me and you call me your child?

 

How can it be, O God, how can it be!