As we read the History of Israel we come to Christ and find the absurdities:
glorious one who came to lead Abraham to a new home, who came to Moses
in a burning bush, and to all of Israel in a column of smoke and fire,
now comes to Mary and Joseph in the form of a helpless babe, born in a
manger. He who fed Israel with manna is now fed at his mother's breast.
He who is the shepherd of Israel is now visited by sheep, by shepherds,
and he leads them nowhere (but look: they were led to him). Wise men
came from afar, to visit the king in a manger, the wisest of all, but
who does not yet speak--yet this is the one who spoke the world into
existence! The incarnation is quite obviously strange when we look at
how it began.
It doesn't stop being strange, though...
The glorious God of the universe made himself one of us, wretched small beings who are as nothing in comparison to the universe--let alone God--in order to save us from our sins.
How great the price he payed for us!
How much in need of saving we must have been! How wretched we humans are!
Christ Jesus died--the great I AM died--to save us from our sins.
An offense to the proud. Surely it didn't require that much? Yes, it did. You really are that lost without him.
Unbelievable to the despairing. Surely we are not worth that much? Yes, you are. We are the keystone of creation.
Our God is awesome. Our God is incredible.
When we look around and go "I sure hope God knows what he's doing..." Well, he has done something far stranger in the incarnation.