God Cracked the Egg

Sometimes simple things point to profound spiritual truths.

The egg. Three parts – the shell, the white, the yoke – yet one egg.
God. Three persons – the Father, the Son, the Holy Spirit – yet one God.

So what happened over 2,000 years ago when Jesus came to Earth?
God cracked His egg.
He flung a part of Himself into flesh.
Oh, but life begins before the cries of a newborn are heard.
God cracked His egg and sent His “shell”
to be a tiny fertilized ovum in the womb of a young virgin named Mary.
Can you imagine the chaos of heaven?
Do you think Satan stood aghast wondering what this could mean?
Hoping Jesus had been flung out of heaven for good.
Can you see the yoke and the white without the shell?
The oozing messiness of it all, the pain of separation.

Oh, but it couldn’t have been done any other way.
The Savior had to be flesh,
a perfect sacrifice, a God-man.

But in order to be a God-man,
first a God-embryo,
a God-fetus,
a God-baby,
a God-toddler,
a God-child,
a God-teenager,
finally a God-man.

All made possible because
God cracked the Egg of the Trinity.
Hebrews 12 tells us Jesus endured the cross
“for the joy set before Him.”
God the Father had the same end in sight when He sent Jesus to earth.
God, seeing into eternity future,
counted the breaking,
the separation,
the mess,
the chaos
worth the end result – man in close intimate eternal relationship with Himself.
That eternal intimacy will bring glory to God Himself.

Oh that I may live a cracked life.
Willing to be messy and get messy for God’s glory.
That I may be full of Him and pour His grace and mercy out to others.