The Wisemen
Miniature magi march majestically down the middle aisle of the church mistakenly placed in the annual Christmas
pageant. They really came two years later to give their gifts and long considered adoration to the patient child. But in our modern reenactment of this eternal event, the kings come to the stable along with the sheep and the shepherds. God doesn't mind this once-every-year-error, because the message is still clear. Magic is vanquished by the intense reality of this fragile fatal incarnation worshipped in remembrance at every church that is our Bethlehem. Bathrobe wrapped wisemen bearing gifts of gold painted cardboard and mom's empty perfume bottles make up an inexact scene. But draw us just as strongly just the same, to that holy point beneath the star that burns His perfection into our hearts, daily becoming His wisemen.
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