I t seems incongruous to at once speak in cosmic terms and in terms terrestrial. What is so familiar, the ant, the worm, a soft breeze, the violet, the urge to move your bowels — all appear insignificant and tellurian set against the backdrop of the Infinite.

Yet from his palace of unspeakable purity, beyond and larger than the eternal, the Word came to live in this world — in a body that could die. Because of the darkness, they who lived in this world did not recognize him for who he was. But to all — any individual — who receives him, who believes in him, the light of his life permeates and illumines, reaching to the extremities of the soul and the gift to be a child once again becomes his irrevocable warrant, a child of the Eternal God, a child born not of natural descent, but born of God.

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