How deep, how vast, how reckless is His love for us
Something strange is happening!
Come with me, now! Up, up to the Great Courts of Heaven, where ’round the Eternal Throne of God Almighty, a strange, hushed silence has fallen. The Great Hymn of Praise, uninterrupted since the beginning of Time, has ceased for a moment.
And now an odd tremor breaks the silence; a gentle wave rumbles throughout Paradise.
The Seraphim and Cherubim, soaring aloft on their wings, have fallen quiet; they turn their angelic gaze to see what’s happening.
The Hosts of Heaven, with quizzical expressions, look to each other: One to another, the celestial voices whisper:
"Is it true?"
"Is He really going to do it?"
"Is it even possible?"
And Gabriel the Messenger looks on and smiles.
Now come with me, to the gloom of the Abode of the Dead, the Limbo of the Patriarchs. Here, in Hades, from the beginning of the world, Adam and Eve and all their descendants have been languishing, waiting, endlessly waiting, in darkness and despair.
But listen now! That same tremor, growing ever stronger, rumbles by, and a strange sensation rouses the tired, sad, dreary inhabitants, barred from Paradise by our First Parents’ Sin.
Look there! Eve our mother, for the first time in centuries, lifts her weary head and looks to Adam: "Could it be, do you think? After all this time?"
Unused to speaking, Adam looks up from the dust, a small glint in his eye, a sad smile on his face: "He said He would.
Remember, in the Garden; He promised!"
And over there, Moses, Elijah, and the prophets, pondering their life’s work, nod to each other and dare to hope.
Now, let us go down deeper still, to the darkest bowels of Hell itself: even here this same tremor, now a mighty roar, passes by shaking the very foundations.
See! There stands the Devil, Satan, the Fallen Prince; and, for once, he stops gazing at himself and barks to the nearest demon: "What was that?"
Fear has struck the demon dumb. Satan scowls; and then, an idea so terrifying that it makes his cold blood run colder, dawns on him: "No," he growls, "No! It couldn’t be; He wouldn’t dare!"
"Not for them!" . . . "Not when He wouldn’t do it for me."
Come back with me now back to the Earth, where an odd stillness falls over the land. Most people notice nothing; life goes on. But Nature raises her eyebrow. Something strange is about to happen.
Watch closely. Midnight comes; the Old Day dies; the New Day begins. And then, with the force of a rushing wind, with a power beyond imagining, with a thundering, deafening silence, the Wave that rushed out from Heaven strikes the Earth.
And in an instant, and forever, everything, everything is changed.
Christ is born!
And from the Angels high in heaven, to the humble barnyard animals, all creation gasps and, with wonder and awe, stands mute as it marvels: Christ is born!
For there, in the stable of Bethlehem, on the cold, cold ground, the God Who made Man is now Himself MADE Man.
The Lord of heaven and earth lies before them, a newborn child.
Christ is Born!
The very God Who fashioned all flesh has now robed Himself in that flesh.
Christ is born!
He Whose power controls the universe now lies helpless. He Whom the heavens could not hold is held in His Virgin Mother’s tender arms. And everything is forever changed.
And then the hushed silence that filled the astonished Universe explodes into the Greatest Cry of Joy ever heard. The celestial choirs barely believing the miracle they behold find their voice and sing even louder: "Glory to God!"
Glory to God – Who could love so much that He becomes one with his creatures.
Glory to God – Who is so great that He could become so small so that even the smallest of His children can reach out and touch Him.