Dipping again into Eugene Peterson's "Christ Plays in Ten Thousand Places". The beginning of Chapter 1 Christ Plays in Creation is a symphony on the birth of Jesus as man and Son of God, a celebration of humanity, made in the image of God and born of woman. He shares how his daughter-in-law invited him to be present at the birth of her third child.
"She knew how disappointed I was in never being permitted to be in on the births of my own three children. In the days Jan and I were having children, fathers were banished to the outer darkness ..."
"I have climbed mountain peaks that gave me views of glacial mountains in wave after wave of ranges, but none of those breathtaking vistas was comparable to seeing that baby enter the world; I have heard the most delicate and exquisite birdsong and some of the best musicians in the world, but no sounds rivalled the cries of that baby."
"Birth, any birth, is our primary access to the creation work of God. Jesus' virgin birth provides and maintains the focus that God himself is personally present and totally participant in creation, which is good news indeed. Creation itself is kerygmatic. The birth of Jesus, kept fresh in our imaginations and prayers in song and story, keeps our feet on solid creation ground and responsive to every nuance of obedience and praise evoked by the life all around us."
"But this has never been and easy truth for people to swallow. There are always plenty of people around who will have none of this particularity; human ordinariness, bodily fluids, raw emotions of anger and disgust, fatigue and loneliness. ...."
God is very close to us. He is right there at our birth and at the birth of our children, in the pain and gore and in the glory and joy of new life, at the cutting edge of creation.