Made from Woman, Jesus really became a man in the womb of a woman. His eternal generation--His Divinity--His pre-existence as the Word, was mysteriously begotten, not made, by the Father, was "made" of the Virgin Mary. Made of woman, who was given the highest dignity, into a true man.
My Lectio Divina perhaps today is a bit skewed by watching the show, Harry Potter. I have watched episodes 1-3 now. The books have been out for a long time, and I bought them for my children when they were younger, before folks called them Satanic. I thought it was time to watch them. I find them delightful, good verses evil, and good always conquers. Evil is not given to prosper.
Harry Potter, whose parents had died, was given under the guardianship of some not so nice folk, who made his life Hell, and gave no love or affection. It reminded me severely of my own childhood, where there was no affection no love, only painful memories, "enslaved to the elemental powers of the world."
Harry Potter was made into a slave, to serve the family, and given the lowest dignity.
In the third Harry Potter movie, Harry was to fight the dementors, and His teacher was teaching him how to use his wand to ward off the evil creatures. Here is the conversation:
Harry: Professor, why do the dementors affect me so? More than anyone else, I mean?
Professor Lupin: Listen, dementors are among the foulest creatures to walk this earth. They feed on every good feeling, every happy memory until a person is left with nothing but his worst experiences. The dementors affect you more than others because there are true horrors in your past, horrors your classmates can scarcely imagine. You are not weak, Harry. You have nothing to be ashamed of.
Harry: I'm scared, Professor.
Professor Lupin: Well, I'd consider you a fool if you weren't.
The way the Professor taught Harry to ward off the demeanors was to think of a good memory in his mind, think of the time when he was the happiest. A tough task for one who had very few happy memories.
I thought of the evil demons who constantly try to fill our minds with nothing but our bad experiences, stealing our hope, and our reasons to continue to live. That would be a good description of Hell, consumed with all our worst memories, to play over and over again through all eternity. The only way to overcome those bad memories, was to think of the good memories. I am beginning to think the writer of the Harry Potter stories is brilliant.
I thought of one of my happiest moments just recently, when going to Mass with my five-year-old grandchild, standing, well, I have a tendency to rock back and forth, and have been severely mocked by my fellow church folk because of that--I sit in the back. My little grand-child, reached up, took hold of my hand and rocked with me. That child is a little saint! Now that is an awesome memory. I could fight off thousands of demeanors with that most lovely memory!
"But, when the fullness of time had come..." God came into the world, as a man, to save us from our slavery--He, God adopted us as His own. We are no longer slaves, but heirs. And when our fullness of time will come, after having to suffer under the guardianship of worldly administrators, we will finally come into our inheritance, full heirs of the Kingdom of God--with the highest dignity
As proof we are His children, our hearts cry out, "Abba Father!"