The raw coldness of the night didn't change, and the place still smelled. Their food was stale, a meager feast on that great long first night When into the world God Willed Himself to be born and experience all Not because He Hadn't, but so that we would know He knows, all that a life of free will involves. He would know hunger, He would know pain He would know death, and still, He would love us. The great question "Why?" would He allow Himself to suck in the cold air, or to taste the thin food? Why would He let himself go through growing up, being revealed, being betrayed? Why would He let Himself bother When we've shown ourselves to be so willing to hate? Because the warmth not found in the air at the feast He prepares every day Comes from nothing less than the infinite heart of God Who wants to break into our hearts and offers Himself willingly so that However we come to Know Him better as a babe, a rabbi, or on the cross We will long to call Him friend and reach for Him like the Lover He is