He Leadeth Me: An Extraordinary Testament of Faith

by Walter J. Ciszek

Christ must have known what it is like to wake up stiff and sore on a dull, gray morning, must have had headaches and toothaches and backaches and aching bones, must have been anxious and annoyed and irritated at times. In the Incarnation God came to know for himself what a thing is the life of man, what a work of his hands is this creature composed of body and soul. From the dark of the womb to the black of the tomb, through childhood to manhood and the last, slow long-drawn-out agony of dying, he has known for himself what it means to live in a handful of clay, to feel the cool touch of mother’s hand on fevered flesh, to taste the salt of sweat and tears, to hear music and birdsong and the vilest of insults, to stumble and fall, be bruised and mangled and torn. He cried out at last, as have all of us at one time or another, to be spared any more burdens or suffering. The Incarnation, in short, meant that God became man, like us in all things, says Saint Paul, except sin.

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