There was this moment last year on a street outside DragonCon when swordgirl & I saw a group of fur-cloaked, braid-bearded, leather-armored (in Atlanta, in August) Viking bros walk by, & then a group of popped-collar, madras-shorts, neon-Rayban sportsgame dudes going the opposite direction, and I was just like, “Yes, this is a moment.” And then we went to our Whedonverse panel or whatever.
At the time, it seemed important because I relate more to one group than to the other. In retrospect, it becomes a lovely, funny, & very human tableau: two distinctive groups who might view each other as ridiculously involved with pointless things, both out just sincerely enjoying themselves.
What the biblical revelation tells us, a revelation that is summed up and completed in Jesus, is that we can’t become more like Jesus (more pleasing or acceptable to God) by becoming less human, less physical, less emotional, less involved with our families, less associated with socially or morally undesirable people. We don’t become more spiritual by becoming less human.
If God is Love, He is, by definition, something more than mere kindness. And it appears, from all the records, that though He has often rebuked us and condemned us, He has never regarded us with contempt. He has paid us the intolerable compliment of loving us, in the deepest, most tragic, most inexorable sense. […] It is natural for us to wish that God had designed us for a less glorious and less arduous destiny; but then we are wishing not for more love, but for less.
Early mountain light—
the thinnest, brightest copper,
the smallest red bird.
(There were more, but this was my favorite.)