During the Christmas season, we meet the shepherds and the magi. The shepherds haven’t really captured our imagination; after all, they were just out there tending their sheep whe all of a sudden a very talkative angel appears and tells them everything -- “Don’t be afraid, I’ve got great news. A savior is born this day, in the city of David, who is the Messiah, and as I sign to you, you will find a baby wrapped in swaddling clothes lying in a manger over the hill in Bethlehem” All the shepherds had to do was go where the angel told them.
In contrast, those magi had to come from afar. We think they came from Persia, which is about as far from Bethlehem as Chicago is from Springfield. The gospel refers to them as “magi”. We don’t quite know what magi were -- some say advisors, some say rich people, but the consensus is that they were priests of the Zoroastrian religion. The Zoroastrians believe that every person is given a star, and the bigger and brighter the star, the more important the person. That bright star must have been extremely significant to the Persians. Was it real? Several astronomers and historians have great explanations including Father Mcgonagle of our diocese, who was an astronomer before becoming a priest. Maybe it was a comet, or a supernova, or two or three planets whose orbits overlapped during that time. The magi had to figure out what was going on; no angel to tell them.
How did we decide there were three? Because of the three gifts, one for each magi. How did we come to call them kings? Because in psalm 72 it says that the kings from many different nations will come bearing gifts. But early Christians fleshed out the story even more. At least by the sixth century everyone knew their names were Balthazar, Melchior, and Caspar. Another legend says that the three were made bishops by Thomas the Apostle and went on to serve the Christians in India. You see in our manger scene another legend about the magi -- one was young, one was old, and the third was Ethiopian. This indicated that Christ’s reign was to include everyone, and Ethiopia was in those days a symbol for the ends of the earth.
It was said that Gaspar was young, Balthazar was middle aged, and Melchior elderly. In one story the baby JEsus was asleep in a small room and the Blessed Mother invited them to see him, but they would have to go in one at a time. Melchior went in first and met an elderly man; they talked about the good old days, and Melchior expressed his thankfulness for his life and experiences. When Balthazar entered he met a middle aged man and the two of them talked about leadership and responsibility. When Gaspar entered he met a young man and they talked about the promise of the future and how to prepare for it. Later when the infant woke up, Mary brought him out of the little room and all three observed the baby. In other words, the baby can identify with the main concerns of any person.
But whatever else, the gospel story tells us about the magi who left home and traveled a long way because they believed the star must mean something. They were searchers. They were befriended by Herod, and had to make the decision to sneak out of town without returning to him, as he had requested. They had to make the long trip home again, maybe wondering if the whole thing had been a dream; after all, they had met a child of a poor peasant couple, and they had only their prophecies and that star to tell them something great had happened. They had faith.
And we are more like the Magi than the shepherds. We are searchers; we don’t see the big picture. We are surrounded by people who tell us to spend more money, to put ourselves first, to abort our children or at least make sure that if he wants to play with dolls or she picks up a baseball, they will know they can become the opposite sex. We wonder about crime, illness, cancer, death, and war. We would love to have heavenly messengers to assure us, like they did the shepherds, to have no fear, that the Messiah has already won the victory. But we are more like the magi, who struggled across the desert, with only a vision and a hope. Our church isn’t a resting place, it’s a caravan. By ourselves we can become confused, misguided. But together we have the wisdom of a community. That’s why we come to church, because we listen together, encourage and comfort each other; we come to church because it is an alternative to the ways of the world. It’s a fellowship, with the light of Christ to guide us. And the best part of the Magi story is that they found what they were looking for. And so will we.