Jesus of Nazareth.
Overflowing with joy.
Intimate with sorrow.
Hospitable to sinners.
Nemesis of evil.
Tempted in all ways.
Innocent of all wrongdoing.
At home in lonely places.
The life of the party.
Who turns water into wine, just because he can.
Who multiplies loaves and fishes, just because he cares.
Who denies help to his cousin John as he languishes in prison.
Who, indeed, refuses to help himself when he staggers in a desert or groans from a cross.
Who goes up on mountains and down in valleys.
Who preaches to thousands.
But takes time for any lone beggar, weeping prostituted, groveling invalid, writhing demoniac, pleading father.
Who leaves banquets to visit the sick ward.
Who is silent when talking would help his cause.
And talkative when silence seems most prudent.
He is rude with bullies and phonies and prigs and, at the same time …
Tender with losers and seekers and penitents.
He is with us when we soar on wings as eagles, and probably even when we wingsuit jump, and with us, too …
… when we can’t walk for fainting ….
He is everywhere in between.
The Man for All Seasons is here, and there.
With Him by my side, all is well.
And the manner of things are well.
If some King of the earth have so large an extent of Dominion, in North and South, as that He hath Winter and Summer together in His Dominions, so large an extent East and West, as He hath day and night together in His Dominions, much more has God …. He brought light out of darknesse, not out of a lesser light; He can bring thy Summer out of Winter, though thou have no Spring; though in the way of fortune, or understanding, or conscience, thou have been benighted till now, wintered and frozen, clouded and eclipsed, damped and benumbed, smothered and stupefied till now, now God comes to thee, not as in the dawning of the day, not as in the bud of spring, but as the Sun at noon …
All times are His seasons. ~~ John Donne, Christmastide 1624