believe and leave to wonder

Friends #7 and #12 and I were rockin' around the Christmas tree last evening. Really, we were arranging gifts, listening to a book on tape, and waiting for the fresh paint of a homemade gift to dry. (Shhh. It's a secret!)
We are eagerly anticipating two church services today. That means double of everything that we love about Sundays. Our Christmas Eve service will feature special choirs, a small string ensemble, readings, candle-lit carols, and the cathedral-vibes of a rented organ. Top it off with good Christian men & women dressed in festive finery, and it doesn't get any better, folks. My prayer? That the festivity gives way to the nativity, and we are bereft of all but the wonder of a King in a manger.

A God and yet a man?
A maid and yet a mother?
Wit wonders what wit can
Conceive: this, or the other?

A God -and can he die?
A dead man -can he live?
What wit can well reply?
What reason season give?

God, Truth itself doth teach it.
Man's wit sinks too far under,
By reason's power, to reach it.
Believe and leave to wonder!

-Old English (Commonplace Book of John Grimestone, 1372)