Though trivial, I briefly wondered if the priest burned frankincense or myrrh for the incense.
I knew why I was there watching that priest. There being a place I did not want to be. There being a time of grief with unfathomable sorrow. There being an infantâ€™s memorial service, occurring a mere two days after a years-ago Christmas. A parent experiencing the death of a child ranks among the worst of the worst news. All descriptions of their feelingsâ€”shocked, angry, bereftâ€”are inadequate. Few can stand with them and say, â€œI understand what you are going through.â€
The memorial service was held in the Roman Catholic Church where the childâ€™s parents were members. I was not there to help lead the service, but to be supportive of the grieving family. The grandparents were friends and I couldnâ€™t not be with them.
â€œBecause they were warned in a dream not to return to Herod, they went back to their own country by another route.â€ (Matthew 2:12)
Itâ€™s the foggy season here in Californiaâ€™s Central Valley.
Storms lumber across the Pacific, nod at Hawaii, slink into San Francisco and then pour into the 400-mile long Central Valley soup bowl between the Coast Range and the Sierra Nevada. Some of our wintry weather departs Alaska, heading south with a cold, snippy attitude. On good years, rain moistens the flatlands while snow piles in the mountains.
The rain bringing fog to this immense valley is like Bella of the Twilight novels getting a paper cut and all of the local vampires appear. Itâ€™s like buying a pickup truck and suddenly lots of â€œbest friendsâ€ want your help to move something. One thing leads to another.
In the Central Valley, there are â€œfog daysâ€ for schools that mean delayed starts. Air traffic clogs because planes canâ€™t land or take-off. The roads, since you canâ€™t see â€˜em, become dangerous. Continue reading →
â€œAfter Jesus was born in Bethlehem in the territory of Judea during the rule of King Herod, magi came from the east to Jerusalem.â€ (Matthew 2:1)
How many magi were there? Certainly the Gospel of Matthew never mentioned the names or numbers of those travelers from afar. Three is the traditional count, but modern magi math is based on the gifts offered to the child.
Did any unnamed and unnumbered sojourners really give those now-familiar treasures to Jesus and his family? Every first year seminary student knows they were symbolic gifts, somber references to impending greatness and inevitable death. And I canâ€™t help wondering if Matthewâ€™s author wouldâ€™ve reconsidered those metaphoric presents if warned about a future of Black Fridays with its 40% discounts on the newest phones or fashions?
Many of us, myself included, put the bewildered shepherds and road-weary magi near each other on the mantel. The ceramic (or plastic or glass) figurines blankly gaze at the Christ child, where the infant is situated between old Joseph and young Mary. A host of heavenly angelsâ€”in my case, itâ€™s a solitary angelâ€”hovers nearby. But every regular attendee of ye olde Sunday school classes could identify the annual mantel miscues. Lukeâ€™s sheepish herders and Matthewâ€™s wise guys were from different stories and appeared at different times.
First century Herod was grim and devious. He, like the twentieth centuryâ€™s lying loser Richard Nixon or the vicious Joseph Stalin, had hidden agendas within hidden agendas. Can the one who has the power ever be trusted? We, the reader of Matthew, are glad for the dreams that warn the magi about Herodâ€™s manipulations. Itâ€™s always better to take the long way home and still have your head properly attached to the neck. Continue reading →