Saint Augustine of Hippo
Maker of the sun, He is made under the sun. In the Father he remains, From his mother he goes forth.
Creator of heaven and earth, He was born on earth under heaven. Unspeakably wise, He is wisely speechless.
Filling the world, He lies in a manger. Ruler of the stars, He nurses at his mother’s bosom.
He is both great in the nature of God, and small in the form of a servant.
I am amazed by Christ’s incarnation . . .
John Milton writes, “That glorious form, that light unsufferable, and that far-beaming blaze of majesty, wherewith he wont at Heaven’s high council-table to sit the midst of Trinal Unity, He laid aside; and here with us to be, forsook the courts of everlasting day, and chose with us a darksome house of mortal clay.”
But it had to be . . .
Desiderius Erasmus joins in, “By a Carpenter mankind was made, and only by that Carpenter can mankind be remade.”