What kind of God chooses the womb?
The Creator of the cosmos, Infinite being
entering our world in finitude
as a fetus, curled up inside a uterus.
The Maker of waters, and everything else
swimming in an amniotic sac,
growing limbs and making space
by doing flipturns on abdominal walls.
The Author of all time and space
contained- silently growing
day by day, week by week
with little display
besides a concealed bump on Mary’s body,
little jabs poking her ribs at night.
The Almighty God, holding the power of the universe,
choosing to be emptied of it-
to become small, vulnerable
taking on flesh, in all its glory and its limitation.
The Savior whose body and blood were broken for humanity,
tumbling out in a flurry of blood and water
from Mary’s own body-
broken so that the Son of God might take his first breath.
The great Parent of all humanity, born as a helpless child
The Giver of daily bread, nourished from human breastmilk
The God who does not need us, latching on in intimate dependence
to a poor, teenage girl from Nazareth
whose courage and faith made room for new life.
What kind of God is this?
A God who takes on flesh instead of condemning it
A God who honors women instead of shaming them
A God who chooses secrecy instead of spectacle
A God who expresses vulnerability instead of domination
God with us, not over us.
Word made Flesh.
What kind of God are you waiting for?
God of the women, God of the womb, help us to notice the life you grow inside of us while we wait for the life and light of Jesus to appear in our lives. Give us joy in the waiting. Show us how to partner with you. Remind us that we are not alone. Amen.