Away in a feedbox…the little Lord Jesus set down His head
As we draw near the feast of God’s Nativity, we commonly hear about the unexpected or discordant images associated with the familiar tale. His birth is the occasion of a great massacre of children in the hope of killing him. The newborn child is given gifts for a king and yet also for a man who is going to die. He is placed in an animal’s feedbox, prefiguring the way He will become food for His people who are often referred to as sheep.
Meditating on the infinite might of a newborn, and likewise how He will die, should I think disturb the mind. And yet we cannot but hear The Story already knowing Its end, an end that runs right up through our own present moment and beyond into eternity. This is a Child-King, a Child-God, a Child-Savior whose precious Child-Face shows the outline of the face that will look down from the Cross. We try sometimes to see Him only as an innocent child with blissfully happy parents so as to avoid this unpleasant thought about the future, but we cannot do that without also losing sight of the eternity of His perfect rule and our own salvation. Disturbing images are I think an unavoidable part of our meditation on God’s Nativity. That is Unbounded Eternity in that feedbox, after all.
In that same spirit here is another of St. Gregory’s unsettling image adaptations, with a few additional flourishes inspired by him. Let us imagine Christ not as the provender nor as the shepherd, but as the beast that comes to feed from that rough box. What He feeds on is us, for how else would a living thing become part of the Body of another living thing? We are the ones in the manger; we are why He is setting down His head there.
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