"Arrr, Bishop Barron be speakin’ o’ logos and love, a jolly ponderin’ for the Christmas tide, matey!"
2024-12-25
Arrr, matey! St. John's tale o' Christmas be as dry as the sea in a drought! 'Tis but a single line: "The Word be made flesh and sailed among us." But what be this "Word," ye ask? Aye, that be the real treasure to plunder!
Ahoy there, mateys! Gather 'round as I spin ye a yarn about the jolly ol' tale of Christmas, as told by the good ol' St. John. This scallywag's account be as bare as a shipwrecked sailor—one line to rule ‘em all: “And the Word was made flesh!” Not a whisper of shepherds, Wise Men, or Mary and Joseph. Just a mighty abstract, ye see!But don’t be fooled, for that single line be packed with meaning! The “Word,” as John be tellin’ us, was with God from the very start. Aye, the mind of the Creator, the grand Pattern we see in the cosmos, somethin' that ain't just chaos but logic and sense—a true miracle, I say!
Now, this here “Word” turned up in Bethlehem as a wee babe, wrapped up and ready to steal hearts. Instead of power and might, the true essence of the universe be love! So, ye see, the stars and planets be crafted by a love that don’t hoard but gives freely. Though the seas of life be stormy and wicked, remember this: where darkness lurks, light shines through, and that light, it be the Word that no evil can conquer! Yarrr!