I feel kindred with those who still find their humanity quite insufferable. I grasp that I am one with Christ, that there is no “me” apart from Him. We are irrevocably united. This isn’t as lofty as it sounds though, for I’m still who I am. Love made a curious choice to clothe Himself in flesh – knowing that opening my eyes to “see and conform” to my true being would be a life-long process.
Jesus Christ carried separation from God to the cross, bridging the gap for humanity – past, present, and future. A kernel of corn fell to the ground to become a stalk with many ears, repeating the cycle until the Tree of Life bears its fruit in each of us.