In the flesh

Then the Lord God formed man from the dust of the ground,

And breathed into his nostrils the breath of life. Genesis 2:7

 

Read John 6:44—51
I love being human. It is the only way I know how to be. It is good to come to the end of a day and breathe out a hearty sigh of satisfaction, slap my thigh, give thanks for another day lived, another day with something achieved in this living, breathing, eating, working, laughing, talking, heaving, walking, body. It’s as a body that I live my life. As flesh. Flesh and thought, blood, bone and aspiration and desire. It’s as this that Jesus came, and as this that he has given himself to me and for me. He is as fleshly as I, and knowing him in my very condition is bread. It is life. It is life sanctified. He assumed flesh, full humanity, to redeem my full humanity.

Prayer
How good, how very good it is, dear Lord, how fulfilling, how ultimately satisfying it is to me that you have embraced me fully. You have embraced in me all the things I like when they are at their truest. You have baptised my humanity. You have made it good for me to be human, this lively being who lives with you and in you before the Father, and also before my fellows, those I live amongst, work amongst, talk with, joke with, dispute with and sympathise with, and do it all as a child of God.