I came across this quote today from John Stott and was reminded of the beauty of the Incarnation of Jesus Christ, God in flesh in the midst of a broken world, not merely a poor man but an oppressed man.
“I could never myself believe in God, if it were not for the cross… In the real world of pain, how could one worship a God who was immune to it? I have entered many Buddhist temples in different Asian countries and stood respectfully before the statue of Buddha, his legs crossed, arms folded, eyes closed, the ghost of a smile playing round his mouth, a remote look on his face, detached from the agonies of the world.
But each time after a while I have to turn away. And in imagination I have turned instead to that lonely, twisted, tortured figure on the cross, nails through hands and feet, back lacerated, limbs wrenched, brow bleeding from thorn pricks, mouth dry and intolerably thirsty, plunged in Godforsaken darkness.
That is the God for me! He laid aside His immunity to pain. He entered our world of flesh and blood, tears and death. He suffered for us. Our sufferings become more manageable in light of His (The Cross of Christ, 335-6).
Praise be to God the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who by the Holy Spirit, grants us faith to glimpse the beauty of God made flesh. For our sake and the sake of the world.