Matthew 2:1-12 · The Visit of the Magi
A Misplaced Holy Day
Matthew 2:1-12
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by King Duncan
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John A. Davis mailed a Christmas card to his brother in December 1942. It showed up recently at a post office in Tinley Park, Illinois, nearly 55 years late. Davis had long ago figured the card, sent from Jackson, Miss., to Maryville, Tenn., got lost. The longlost card raised eyebrows at the Tinley Park post office, and Davis' family learned about it through a newspaper account. The supervisor had sent the card on to Maryville but got it back when Davis contacted him. "There is a lot of nostalgia in this thing. I'm sorry that my brother died a couple years ago. He would have gotten a kick out of it," Davis, a retired Chicagoarea businessman, said. Davis is wondering about the mysterious ways of the Postal Service, as well as where the card was for more than 50 years. The envelope's lone postmark was from Dec. 22, 1942. "It's all speculation on where it was, who discovered it, was it delivered, why it got to Tinley Park," Davis said.

It's easy to make fun of the U.S. Postal Service. The truth of the matter is that, with the millions of cards which they handle each year, it is not surprising that a card is misplaced from time to time.

To the society outside our walls, EPIPHANY IS A MISPLACED HOLY DAY. The rest of society has already forgotten about the wise men and the star and the holy family. These things have already been put away along with the ornaments and the new ties and the toys that children are already tired of. To the rest of society it is weird to still be celebrating the Christ child on January 6.

Last year at this time AMERICA WEST magazine ran a list of things you can do with leftover holiday fruit cakes. They listed possibilities like pothole fillers, shot puts, speed bumps, and boat anchors. To the rest of society it is time to move on and forget the babe of Bethlehem. But we believe there is value in lingering for one last look.

All the familiar characters are in their places for our celebration of Epiphany. AT THE CENTER ARE MARY, JOSEPH AND THE YOUNG CHILD JESUS. We know so little about their experiences. How was the journey into Egypt? It must have been especially difficult for a new mother. What was their home life like while Jesus was growing up? Wouldn't you like to know? Because the Scriptures are silent about much of Jesus' life, all we have are myth and speculation. Of course, Jesus' whole life has been encrusted with layers of myth and speculation.

I read recently a most startling report from Japan. Did you know that there is a village in Japan where local lore says that Jesus escaped the Romans 2,000 years ago, eventually settling in northern Japan until he died at age 106. Two 13foot crosses marked his reputed grave and that of his supposed brother for nearly four decades until one morning last year, when somebody cut them down with a saw. Local officials are calling the vandalism a "malicious prank," and police are pursuing it as a case of property damage. The local tradition about Jesus springs from an ancient scroll said to have been found in a temple in the 1930s. Believers say Jesus wrote it after he arrived in Japan following a life of adventure. The text recounts how Christ avoided crucifixion and ended up on Japanese shores. According to the legend, he married a woman named Miyuko and had three daughters. Some 100,000 tourists visit the graves each year, leaving change or fruit because the ground is believed to have magical healing powers. Village authorities have turned the grave site into a park with an enormous billboard that says "Shingo: Hometown of Christ." Until recently, Shingo residents painted crosses on the foreheads of newborn babies in the hope that it would bring good luck from Christ. Japan is notoriously ambivalent about religion. Rites to appease the spirits of dead relatives are everyday affairs, but most Japanese don't find it necessary to adhere to one religion in particular. Many families hold Shinto marriages and Buddhist funerals. (1)

Just when you think you've heard everything, a report surfaces like this one. To set the record straight, the hometown of Jesus was not Shingo, Japan but Nazareth in Galilee. His birthplace was Bethlehem, as foretold by the prophet Micah. We wish we had more information about Jesus' childhood and about Mary and Joseph, but we do not. Nothing certain is known about this family until Jesus is twelveyearsold when Mary and Joseph take him to the temple. No wonder, on the day of Epiphany, we like to take out this one last snapshot of the Holy Family, Mary and Joseph and the young child. It is the last one we will have until the child is nearly grown.

Of course, there is another character who is not in our snapshot but without whom the story would not be complete KING HEROD. Herod represents all the cruel and cunning people in this world who use power to satisfy their own distorted agenda. Herod came from a long line of ruthless leaders. He did whatever was necessary to hold on to his power, and wouldn't stand for the slightest opposition against him. He had his favorite wife murdered because there were rumors she was unfaithful. We're told he had nine or ten wives in all. He killed two of his favorite wife's brothers, and three of his own sons. There have been many Herods in history. The will to power is a mighty one and there is something about power that brings out cruelty in people.

Laszlo Tokes, the Romanian pastor whose mistreatment outraged his native country and prompted rebellion against the Communist ruler Ceausescu, tells of trying to prepare a Christmas sermon for the tiny mountain church to which he had been exiled. The state police were rounding up dissidents, and violence was breaking out across the country. Afraid for his life, Tokes bolted his doors, sat down, and read again the stories in Luke and Matthew. Unlike most pastors who would preach that Christmas, he chose as his text the verses describing Herod's massacre of the innocents. It was the single passage that spoke most directly to his parishioners. Oppression, fear, and violence, the daily plight of the underdog, they well understood.

The next day, Christmas, news broke that Ceausescu had been arrested. Church bells rang, and joy broke out all over Romania. Another King Herod had fallen. Tokes recalls, "All the events of the Christmas story now had a new, brilliant dimension for us, a dimension of history rooted in the reality of our lives . . . For those of us who lived through them, the days of Christmas 1989 represented a rich, resonant embroidery of the Christmas story, a time when the providence of God and the foolishness of human wickedness seemed as easy to comprehend as the sun and the moon over the timeless Transylvania hills." For the first time in four decades, Romania celebrated Christmas as a public holiday. (2)

Of course, Herods are not only found in government. They are found in offices and homes and schools and even churches. These are people who must be in control and, they will resort to almost any tactic to stay in control. Contrast their addiction to power to the Christian idea of God in the manger. Who is more powerless than a baby? Who is less in control?

FINALLY, IN OUR SNAPSHOT OF EPIPHANY, THERE ARE THE MAGI. The Magi were wise men, of a priestly caste. They specialized in dreams and omens, and claimed the gift of prophecy. They bowed before the Christ child and presented him gold, representing his royalty and purity. They also presented him with frankincense. Frankincense was the chief element in the incense burned upon the altar in the temple. Frankincense is a resin, from a kind of tree held so sacred in days of old that in southern Arabia and Ethiopia, where it grew, only a few particularly pure persons were allowed even to approach it. Legends told that the precious trees were guarded by winged serpents. Frankincense represented Jesus' priestly role, and his role as an offering for the world. And they presented him myrrh. The word myrrh comes from the Hebrew mar, meaning "bitter." The ancient Egyptians used this resin in embalming, and hence its connection with solemn occasions. Was this a strange gift for an Infant King? Not for one destined to die for his people. (3)

The Magi represent the first Gentile worshipers of Jesus, and they represent the future Gentile acceptance of the Kingship of Jesus. And they are the reason we celebrate Epiphany for the wise men represent us. We, too, acknowledge Christ's Kingship, his priestly offering of himself. We, too, bow before him in adoration and praise.

Beatrice Stevenson describes a Christmas she spent with her husband, Dr. Theodore Stevenson, in the mission hospital in western India. Dr. Stevenson was a visiting surgeon at the Miraj Medical Center. Far from home and her children, Mrs. Stevenson became a patient herself in the Miraj hospital. The hot, dirty, smelly city made her depressed and homesick, and she felt she could never celebrate Christmas in such an alien place. The Christmas Eve festivities at the mission hospital, however, made that Christmas one of the most memorable Beatrice had ever experienced.

The Christian staff presented a lovely pageant, complete with live animals and even a real baby borrowed from an Indian mother in the maternity ward. The crowd of townspeople followed the proceedings with interest. After the usual cast of characters had gathered around the manger, and the choir sang a carol, a young woman wearing a white sari and a nurse's cap stepped onto the stage and knelt before the manger. The nurse told the audience how she enjoyed serving the Lord as a Christian nurse. She was followed by an Indian workman carrying a hoe, one of the maintenance staff, who mounted the platform. This man knelt before the manger, then announced to the startled audience that he had once had leprosy and had been doomed to a life of begging. He continued, telling how the caring Christian medical staff had treated his disease and performed surgery on his onceuseless hands.

Finally, a third person stepped up. Everyone recognized that it was a surgeon, Dr. Chopade, wearing operating room attire. The surgeon bowed low before the manger, and then, rising to his feet, the man quietly stated that no one present knew that he had been born an "untouchable" a member of the lowest social and religious caste of that Hindu culture. A murmur of disapproval rumbled through the audience; untouchables were not supposed to become surgeons!

Dr. Chopade then described his wretched boyhood, in which he and his family were segregated from the rest of the village. His widowed mother cleaned latrines to support the family, and young Chopade searched the garbage heaps for food. He told how he was prohibited from attending the village school or even using the village well. Some angry voices in the audience shouted that he had only experienced what he deserved as an untouchable.

The surgeon quietly continued, telling about his eventual encounter with a kind mission doctor, who had inspired Chopade to become a doctor himself. Dr. Chopade's journey into medicine demanded years of tremendous toil and study, but with the help of missionaries, he finally graduated from college and medical school. He told in simple language that he felt he wanted to serve the Lord and His people, and he became a Christian and a surgeon at Miraj. Gazing out on the now silent audience, Dr. Chopade stood immobile for a time. Then, putting his palms together in the traditional Indian greeting, this noted Indian surgeon from the untouchables turned again to the manger. Bowing his head, he murmured, "Thank you, thank you, Lord Jesus." (4)

And that is our prayer. Thank you, thank you, Lord Jesus. The world may not understand our celebration of this special day. But it gives us one last chance to ponder the blessed memory of Mary and Joseph and their child. And it reminds us that into this world that still suffers its Herods, God has come as a baby to unleash the power of unconditional love. Thank you, thank you, Lord Jesus.


1. THE ASSOCIATED PRESS

2. Philip Yancey, THE JESUS I NEVER KNEW (Grand Rapids, MI: Zondervan Publishing, 1995), pp. 3940.

3. "Gold, Frankincense and Myrrh," Donald Culross Peattie, THE SATURDAY EVENING POST, Nov/Dec 1992, p. 60.

4. Adapted from Beatrice S. Stevenson, "Christmas Eve at Miraj," in PRESBYTERIAN SURVEY, December 1992 by Dr. William P. Barker, TARBELL'S TEACHER'S GUIDE, (Elgin, Illinois: David C. Cook Church Ministries, 1994).

Dynamic Preaching, Collected Sermons, by King Duncan