He made divine entry into humanity, born to mortality with the intention of offering sacrifice.  He drank the wretchedness of evil and good men’s sin alike.  He tolerated our foolishness, weakness and stubborn attitudes, knowing fully it would be an eon before we fully understood.  He bore the burden of separation from a love like no other, accepting disowning for my sins, never looking to me for guilt or recompense.  He gave up his glorification for a awhile, shed his immortal home to come and save all men.  Through thousands of years of scholarly review experts may produce neither reason nor conclusion as to why something perfect was offered in exchange for the salvation of all mankind.  The lost simply shake there heads for pities sake thinking each of us slightly detached from reason.

Look at her, take in that broad shining smile.  The children enamored that they are the object of her affection, run figure eights around the living room hoping she’ll never stop chasing.  She wears her pain like a war wound, wondering how humans can stoop to brutality before even attempting kindness hurt by her attempts to please those who would not be so.  She loves everyone, kicks or cajoles no one and offers to help at each opportunity.

Get to know him, kind, gentle, spoken only enough to remind you that he’s there.  A man considering your needs, barely concerned for his own. wondering how next to be of assistance.  The old women smile when he enters the children perk up and the ladies all wish that he were older or younger depending on the separation in age.  He listens intently, fights only when the Word would have him do so and participates in the harvest, because He knows it makes God smile.

She rests her wrinkled forehead upon the ring band that he gave her so long ago.  So long now that is had like her daily time with God become a part of her, not ritual but physical appendage.  She loves her merciful God, praising him silently with her troubled breath she reminds him that they soon shall meet.  She wonders what questions her husband long passed will ask the Lord today, because he never could limit his curious mind.  She wants for nothing, has very little and ends up giving away more that she consumes. She is a good Mom, a better Grand-mom and lives for their smiles and contented lives.  She dreams of his coming and reminds everyone around her how much they’re loved.

He stands neither straight nor strong but in sturdy character.  Not prideful, haute but sharpened, refined, glowing depth.  A man who, like his Father naturally deserves respect.  His clothes less tightly each year, his hair a bit more gray than black, his mind sharp but beginning the signs of journey’s long awaited ending.  He has seen too much, forgiven so many and still he struggles with waiting upon God.  He is not the first Adam, but more like the second, watching, waiting, biding his time until the right opportunity calls.  He gets a little miffed, but never holds a grudge and wonders how America will ever survive this coming storm.

He’s damaged, his eyes pointing in unparalleled direction, a dog tracking multiple pray. His teeth gray, over-sized and straggled, hungry.  His mind ran circles, racing from the panic of a life lived in passionate pursuit without resting.  His hands hard, cracked, worn with age and work, indistinguishable from the normal aging of a man given his years. His clothes smelled soily, sweaty, dampened near mildew by relentless rain.  His tears long forgotten and divorced as useless his determination to get whatever he could now controlled his existence.  He breathed and laughed at the vapor of night’s cold, wondering to himself if anyone unfortunate to have some money in his pocked would venture this route tonight.

The Lawyer, counting his victories, translating them to wealth and personal stature increase, looping the flattering comments he received from client and boss.  Oh, how please he has become, barely capable of waiting to give his wife and children the good news of his pending promotion, partnership and subsequent move to Los Angeles.  He had arrived where he wanted to be his entire adult life.  Finally enough money to make sure that he never had to work hard again, for now he was a made man.  Looking at his titanium watch he missed the opportunity to miss the puddle over which he just drove, splashing, drenching, nearly consuming an old lady at the bus stop in a wave of cold, filthy sewer water.

Wicked, wanton, willing to do whatever, wherever, whenever she could make a couple hundred.  Sniffling she looked in her tiny pocket mirror, fixing her lipstick and showering herself with an ounce of bottled perfume.  She prayed on husbands, they were easy, taken to acquiesce under extortion or better yet bath her in the adoration of a man looking to be treated right by any girl.  It had been long ago she called herself girl, but a new man always gave her that emotional kick, that feeling that she was getting away with something, something she ought not be doing.  She had long forgotten her own man, leaving him weeping, cradling the two young children.  Pathetic she thought as she downed another swallow.  She had forgotten her womanhood, her family, her purpose and her character, deciding that life is only for the party, the booze, the high, the friends.  She ignored God just as she felt he had ignored her, determined that she would live this life beholding to no one.  She was going to get her fill, which seemed unlikely coming from the insatiable hunger of a woman gone wild.

Christ died for the sins of all, not just the pretty, wealthy or worthy.  He alone is worthy.