The unthinkable, the impossible, the unreasonable

This is the irrational season
When love blooms bright and wild.
Had Mary been filled with reason
There’d been no room for the child.

Madeleine L’Engle
I love this poem – short and to the point.

Mary is faced with the unthinkable, the impossible, the unreasonable. And after some time to explore the possibilities and the impossibilities, she says ‘Yes’. She has no idea of all that will happen or what it will all mean, but she agrees to the prospect of her world being shaken, so that the entire world can be shaken.

It’s a story so crazy that it can’t be half-true. You wouldn’t begin to pass this off as truth if anyone were still alive to contradict you. It’s too fantastic, too magical, too absurd. Things like this don’t happen. Not according to common sense.

Because of course, if they did, you could never be sure what might be possible, could you?

Can you?