[The Incarnation is like] a wave of the sea which,
rushing up on the flat beach,
runs out, even thinner and more transparent,
and does not return to its source but sinks into the sand and disappears.
~Hans Urs von Balthasar from Origen: Spirit and Fire
And now brothers, I will ask you a terrible question, and God knows I ask it also of myself. Is the truth beyond all truths, beyond the stars, just this: that to live without him is the real death, that to die with him the only life?
~Frederick Buechner from The Magnificent Defeat
Halfway through the weeks of Lent, we look forward to the fullness of Easter morning. Many of us feel hollowed out and emotionally drained, our empty spaces waiting to be filled to the brim with grace.
More over, through commemoration of the historical events leading to the Resurrection, God on earth once again sinks deeply into our lives, pours Himself onto our earthly soil and into our fleshly souls. He washes our dirty feet, feeds us at His table, and pleads on our behalf for forgiveness when we deserve none of it.
He loses Himself into us. Through Him, we are renewed and refilled, welcomed home, whole and holy.
From hollowed to hallowed.