The cold front that passed over Saluda a week ago brought us some spectacular sky. Jane Ella was still unpacking from her retreat at Ignatius House in Atlanta when I called her out to see the clouds banked along the wave front.
She stared silently for a moment as the wind roared up the gap, then she whispered, "God is so out-going." God is that, I agreed, and whether or not we'll admit it, we, along with clouds and weather and trees and creatures and mountains and rivers and oceans, are the stuff of God's outgoingness.
Anybody who says that Incarnation is only Jesus is a heretic.