He was created of a mother whom He created. He was carried by hands that He formed. He cried in the manger in wordless infancy. He, the Word, without whom all human eloquence is mute.
He died, but He vanquished death; in Himself, He put an end to what we feared; He took it upon Himself, and He vanquished it; as a mighty hunter, He captured and slew the lion. Where is death? Seek it in Christ, for it exists no longer; but it did exist, and now it is dead.