the heir... through whom the worlds are made... the radiance of glory... the express image... who sustains... who purifies... who sits at God's right hand. (heb 1)
not possible, my friend says, to get her head around these. nor mine. yet in an utterly inadequate imperfect way we gather that this is he who went to the cross. who do you say i am? he asks. only with the scales dropped can i say you are the Christ, son of the living God.
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