The promise of God is that you are His son. Her offspring. Its likeness. His equal. Ah. . . here is where you get hung up. You can accept "His son," "offspring," "likeness," but you recoil at being called "His equal. " It is too much to accept. Too much bigness, too much wonderment-too much responsibility. For if you are God's equal, that means nothing is being done to you-and all things are created by you. There can be no more victims and no more villains-only outcomes of your thought about a thing.
C. S. Lewis
God descends to re-ascend. He comes down; down from the heights of absolute being into time and space, down into humanity. . . down to the very roots and sea-bed of the nature He has created. But He goes down to come up again and bring the ruined world up with Him.
