Thine advent here IV

Well, today's is not a poem, but I fortuitously came upon this during our final discussion of Augustine's Confessions, as my ninth graders now begin preparing for exams.  This quote is a little broader in scope than just the Advent season, but it is all about being set straight on the incarnation.

He would cure them of the pride that swelled up in their hearts and would nurture love in its place, so that they should no longer stride ahead confident in themselves, but might realize their own weakness when at their feet they saw God himself, enfeebled by sharing this garment of our mortality.  And at last, from weariness, they would cast themselves down upon his humanity, and when it rose they too would rise.

(Translation by R.S. Pine-Coffin... what a great name!)

To think of God as "enfeebled."  The very idea!  All you readers out there who, like this blogger are weary of various things, cast yourselves today upon his humanity, his humility there in the stable.  Then rise with him, not only from your low estate, nor only from the grave, but up to heaven to the Father who is well pleased with you.