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Category: Anthropology

The Word Became Flesh


“Something is always going. Something is always disappearing.”

Those words of a friend, still young, still near the beginning of adult life, haunt me. In early adulthood, so much of life is flux: jobs, relationships, housemates, houses. Friends drift into and out of our lives. They move cities and they get married and they have kids. The relationship changes. Ambitions are frustrated, dreams die.

In middle life, hair grays, skin starts to sag, waistlines expand, illness hits, parents die. Decades pass like years. Muscles wither, joints stiffen, bending down becomes a major chore. Friends die, siblings die, spouses die, children die.

All flesh is grass (Isa 40:6).

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