When Love Came Down

I came across this a while back and loved the way C.S. Lewis worded his view on our Savior coming to us. I can picture in my mind the beautiful description he wrote of love.

God, the Son, became flesh. He came down to be close to us once again, to restore the relationship that sin ruined.

Christmas reminds us that every promise of God was completely fulfilled in Jesus Christ.

In the Christian story God descends to reascend. He comes down; down from the heights of absolute being into time and space, down into humanity; down further still, if embryologists are right, to recapitulate in the womb ancient and pre-human phases of life; down to the very roots and seabed of the Nature He has created. But He goes down to come up again and bring the whole ruined world up with Him. One has the picture of a strong man stooping lower and lower to get himself underneath some great complicated burden. He must stoop in order to lift, he must almost disappear under the load before he incredibly straightens his back and marches off with the whole mass swaying on his shoulders. Or one may think of a diver, first reducing himself to nakedness, then glancing in mid-air, then gone with a splash, vanished, rushing down through green and warm water into black and cold water, down through increasing pressure into the death-like region of ooze and slime and old decay; then up again, back to colour and light, his lungs almost bursting, till suddenly he breaks surface again, holding in his hand the dripping, precious thing that he went down to recover.

~C.S. Lewis, Miracles

“For God so Loved the world that He gave
His one and only Son, that whoever believes
in Him shall not perish but have eternal life
(John 3:16).