Matthew 2:1-12
I wonder that night what went through their heads. What did they think when they looked up in
the sky and saw that thing – star, comet, supernatural phenomena – that was
different. What was it about what they
saw that made them want to pack their bags and hit the road. They knew something…but what? Was it in the sky, in their mind, in their
heart?
We don’t have much on these wise men as we call them and
their journey. Matthew says they came
from the east. Most believe they came
from the area known as Persia, or the area we know as Iran, and for the sake of
this morning’s story, let’s take that as truth.
Matthew uses a plural pronoun, but doesn’t specify 3; it was as little
as two (as the pronoun demonstrates), there could have been 4, or 6, or 10 or
12…but we settle on the number of wisemen at 3 based on the number of gifts,
and again, for the sake of our story, let’s stick with that. We call them Caspar, Melchoir and Balthazar…and
they were not “wisemen” as we would think of it. The more accurate translation is “magician”,
which to us lends itself to some not to Biblical thoughts and images. They were men who studied the skies and
stars. The culture of that day was
highly superstitious…so they were Wisemen because in their day and time, they
were scientists. Their title was Magi
(and you see the similarity between Magi and Magician). So if anyone was going
to notice something different in the sky, it would have been the Magi, and
probably only the Magi.
So they see this “star” in the sky, and they decide to
follow it. King Herod hears of their
journey, and it’s reason, and this upset the nasty king. Why nasty?
Well…it’s true that Herod did many great things…notably completing and
adding on to the great temple…but there toward the end, he started losing his
mind. He became paranoid, and
unreasonable; the great historian Josephus records that Herod made a decree that
on his deathbed, all the prominent men of the town should be gathered in the
hippodrome and slaughtered as he lay dying, insuring great mourning at the time
of his death. Somehow he heard of the Magi’s trip and he gathered all the great
minds together to find out all he could about the birth of the King of the
Jews. They found the prophesy of Micah
and brought it to King Herod. Then, as
shady and secretive as he could, he called for the Magi to come see him. Herod didn’t rule over Persia, but they were
traveling in his land. I imagine they accommodated
the crazy king with disgruntled obedience.
Herod wanted to know everything they knew…we don’t know what
they told Herod, but the King instructed them to go and search everywhere for
the child…then let me know where you find him, because I want to go see him and
take him gifts and bring him honor also.
Mmhhmmmm.
So they went. And
although our Christmas Cards (and I’ve really picked on Christmas cards this
year, haven’t I?) our cards portray the three wisemen, or Magi, or Kings
(Balthezar, Caspar, and Melchoir) visiting the newborn Christ with his parents
in the manger…surrounded by the shepherds, animals…and as nice as that thought
it, it just wasn’t so. We know from Luke’s
Gospel that Joseph, Mary and Jesus traveled to Jerusalem to present Jesus per
Hebrew tradition, and Mary had to go through ritual purification per tradition
and law in the Torah. This all would
have occurred around the 40th day of Jesus’ life. We also know here that they entered a house
and saw Mary with (the word for) child….
Most scholars believe Christ was around a year old, possibly 2 based on
the upcoming decree from Herod, but likely one. And we know from history that
they fell to their knees and they worshiped the Hebrew King. They presented him with gifts…gold, frankincense,
and myrrh. Odd gifts for a toddler, really,
but high value items. Gold was as
valuable and sought after then as it is now.
Frankincense is a resin from the dried sap of the Boswella tree – a tree
that grows of the slopes of the Arabian sea.
In ancient times, frankincense was as valuable as gold. Myrrh, also a resin, was used in ancient Egypt in the
mummification of the Pharos. It was
thought to be the key to immortal life.
All gifts befitting a deity – a king.
Gold, recognizing Christ’s right to rule. Frankincense, used to anoint one set apart, a
High Priest. Myrrh, a symbol of eternal
life.
And then after meeting the toddler Jesus, we see that the
Magi had a dream with a warning not to return to Herod. Being men of supernatural nature, they heeded
the warning and went home a different route.
If you read on, you see that after the Magi left, Joseph was
warned by an angel to take his family from their home and escape as refugees to
Egypt and stay there until told otherwise.
Herod is searching for Christ…and we know it’s to kill him. And about that time, Herod heard about the
Magi and their alluding him. He wasn’t happy. He ordered soldiers to kill all children from
2 years and under; based on the timeline given by the Magi.
There’s a lot that can be taken from this story. Wisemen still seek him. Follow the light of Christ. Giving the gifts in your life back to
God.
But what I see, is a lot of blind faith pushing a bunch of
people out of their comfort zones.
Let’s start with the Magi.
3 prominent, educated, likely very wealthy men elevated to King status
pack up their belongings and head into Judea from Persia. The people living in Persia weren’t Hebrew;
they belonged to a religion known as Zoroastrianism…which
was a predecessor to what you and I refer to as Islam. The three wisemen were, for all intents and purposes,
Muslim. So these 3 Muslim men ventured
from their comfortable homes into Hebrew territory. Not exactly “wise”…even for their time. They were strangers in a strange land, who
didn’t wonder how they would be received and treated…they already knew. With hostility. Even then.
But they traveled into this place, being pushed by some force strong
enough to dislodge their fears. They are
summoned by the king of Judea who scams them.
They, Muslims, go and visit the King of the Jews and worship and honor
him. They give him gifts of deity. Expensive gifts. Then, on their journey home, they make the
decision to disobey the King and go around him.
These wisemen…made the decision to disobey the ruler of the region that
already hated them. I am a rule
follower. I love rules…I can’t get
enough of them. I can only imagine how
this conversation went:
Belthazar: I had this
dream…I don’t think we need to go by the king’s place…I think we need to take
the old road
Melchoir: I wasn’t
planning to go back anyway…he seemed nuts
Caspar: Guys, we said
we would. We promised. What if he comes after us? What if he finds us? I don’t like this….
But we know who won out and we know they took that “old road”
on their trip home.
They got way out of their comfort level, driven by something
that could only be supernatural.
They obeyed in blind faith.
They let go of the things holding them back. And thanks be to God that they did.
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