Outside the Camp

God's coming (this intrusion of the Creator into the created, this strange mingling of the Ultimate amongst our petty penultimas ) was not an Incarceration in a temple nor in a holy city nor in a holy land nor indeed in a particular piece of real estate nor in a particular church, but an incarnation in a man. God is not hung up on what he has given us; he is hung up on us. Property rights is not his bag; people are his thing.