Showing posts with label Epiphany. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Epiphany. Show all posts

Jan 6, 2020

On the Epiphany (and the "real" reasons the Magi were late)

On the Feast of the Epiphany, marked throughout the world on January 6, we celebrate the
arrival of the Magi (aka The Three Kings) to the manger, bearing their not-so-practical baby gifts of gold, frankincense, and myrrh**. You can read the story from Matthew's gospel here.

There are some wonderful traditions surrounding Epiphany, including the King Cake with good fortune going to the lucky person who finds the bean or plastic figurine in their slice. This practice has the added potential drama of a choking hazard. And Three Kings Day (or Día de Los Reyes) celebrations and parades break out all over the world, most especially in Spain, Latin America, and Hispanic and Latino communities.

While these are all wonderful traditions, the Three Kings weren't actually kings at all. "Wise Men" is a better translation. The word magi is a Latin version of the Greek magoi, referring to a sect of eastern holy men. (It’s where we get the word “magic”). The original Magi were a hereditary priesthood of the Medes (present day Kurds). Given recent world events, it's significant that the Magi were most likely from what is now Iran.

These three men, known apocryphally as Caspar, Melchior, and Balthazar (no, their names aren’t in the Bible) were really star gazers, early astronomers perhaps. Actually we assume there were three because of the gifts mentioned in Scripture -- gold, frankincense, and myrrh -- but the Bible doesn't specify this either.

It wasn't until the third century that they started being referred to as "kings" and their apocryphal names didn't emerge until the sixth century.

None of this takes away from this day Orthodox Christians call the Theophany ("God shining

forth"). Wise Men, kings, whatever. The key thing is that they were Gentiles -- non-Jews -- and thus they stand as symbols that embedded in the Incarnation was an offer of salvation freely offered to all people. And so the journey of the Magi itself is symbolic of God’s wide and all-encompassing embrace.

Despite the fact that they wind up in most every Christmas pageant you’ve ever seen, they didn’t arrive until 12 days after the birth of Jesus (or up to two years later if you listen to some scholars). 

But the question remains…what took them so long? I personally spent hours poring over primary sources at the Vatican Library and uncovered the “real” reasons the Magi were late. And so, I offer you a subset of Epiphany devotions known as Epiphany humor. I'm pretty sure this will really take off this year.

The "Real" Reasons the Magi were Late

1. During what started out as a friendly roadside game of checkers, Caspar kept yelling “King me!” at inappropriate moments. This quickly got old.

2. The holiday traffic on the way into Bethlehem was dreadful.

3. At a certain point, singing “We three kings of Orient are” over and over again sapped everyone’s will to live.

4. The Star of Bethlehem (the original GPS) kept saying “recalculating” and they found themselves in a sketchy part of town.

5. Melchior drank way too much water at the first oasis which meant an extra long stop at Star Market.

6. Untying fancy sandals to go through the TSA checkpoint took a long time. Retying them took forever.

7. No one wanted to be “that guy” who showed up with myrrh. There was debate over who touched their nose last in the Not It game.

8. Stopping at the Holiday Inn slowed them down because, in a precursor to the “War on Christmas,” Balthazar kept insisting the name should be changed to “Christmas Inn.”

9. “I told you that stop at Herod’s house was a waste of time.”

10. They took a vote and decided to take their sweet time getting to the manger so they would have a day all to themselves on the Church calendar.

** Oh, and about those baby gifts? Of course they are symbolic rather than practical (I'm sure Mary would have preferred a diaper genie, wipes, and a bunch of burp cloths). 

Gold was a gift fit for a king. The Magi recognized Christ as king and this gift acknowledges his royal birth. Frankincense was burned in religious services as a symbol of prayer. The Psalmist wrote, “Let my prayer be set forth in your sight as incense; the lifting up of my hands as the evening sacrifice.” And so Christ’s priestly realm is acknowledged. And then there’s myrrh. Myrrh was an aromatic embalming oil which foreshadows Christ’s death and points to his role as savior of the world. So in these gifts we see Christ as king, priest, and savior. 

Jan 6, 2017

The "Real Reasons" the Magi were Late

As everyone knows, we celebrate the arrival of the Magi to the manger on January 6th, the Feast of
the Epiphany. Well, unless your only contact with the Christmas story is an annual pageant in which case you believe they arrived right after the shepherds on Christmas Eve.

Don’t get me started on the way we jumble the story at pageants (the shepherds and wise men never meet!). But I sure won’t be the one to tell the pageant director (and the parents) that there won’t be any frankincense this year.

The reality is that, according to Scripture, the Magi arrived today. Perhaps by now Jesus is sleeping through the night (let’s face it, that first night might have been holy but, as any parent knows, there was surely nothing “silent” about it).

Anyway, this got me wondering about what kept the three kings from making an on-time arrival. I scoured many sources at the Vatican library and came up with the following possibilities:

1. Balthazar took forever doing his hair while Caspar and Melchior sat on their camels and stewed.

2. The holiday traffic on the way into Bethlehem was dreadful.

3. Four words: goats in the road.

4. The Star of Bethlehem (the original GPS) kept saying “recalculating” and they found themselves in a sketchy part of town.

5. Caspar drank way too much water at the first oasis which meant an extra long stop at the Molly Pitcher rest stop.

6. Untying fancy sandals to go through the TSA checkpoint took a long time. Retying them took forever.

7. Due to poor behavior on the part of the other two kings, Melchior had to pull over more than once to yell, “If you don’t stop fighting I’m going to turn this caravan right around!”

8. Stopping at the Holiday Inn slowed them down because, in a precursor to today’s “War on Christmas,” Balthazar kept insisting the name should be changed to “Christmas Inn.”

9. “I told you that stop at Herod’s house was a waste of time.”

10. They took a vote and decided to take their sweet time getting to the manger so they would have a day all to themselves on the Church calendar.

Have a blessed Epiphany everyone!

Jan 6, 2014

O Christmas Tree, O the Indignity

ar126262933148733On this Feast of the Epiphany many people are de-trimming their trees, boxing up the nativity sets, and either stowing the fake garland or trashing the real stuff. Today is the traditional (the more liturgically militant among us would argue the mandatory) day that Christmas decorations come down. Why? Because Epiphany marks the end of the 12 days of Christmas (man, those 12 drummers drumming were annoying).

Because everyone's been so good during these past 12 days, I'm offering (at no charge to you!) an essay from my book Dog in the Manger: Finding God in Christmas Chaos. Since Scott Gunn and the folks at Forward Movement haven't authorized this sneak peak either a) don't tell them or b) get your 2014 Christmas shopping done early and order a bunch of copies.

PS. Since this is a bootleg blog post I have taken a picture of Jay Sidebotham's accompanying illustration with my iPhone.
Post-Christmas Blues

unnamedIs there anything more depressing than de-trimming a Christmas tree? No one ever wants to do this job. Obviously the boys are nowhere to be seen but even our dog Delilah makes herself scarce. As yuletide traditionalists, we keep ours up through Epiphany (January 6th), even if every single needle has fallen off. At which point it’s unceremoniously stripped and hauled down the driveway where it remains waiting to be picked up by the town sanitation department. O Christmas Tree, O the indignity.

You could argue that hauling a dead tree into your living room and decorating it is an odd way to celebrate the birth of Christ. Now, I love the whole Christmas tree tradition – and I refuse to give in and get a fake tree no matter how “real” they now look. But I’m just saying it’s not the first thing that comes to mind. Wouldn’t a birthday cake suffice?

This year’s tree removal was like years past. Bryna notes the date and then goes into uber de-trimming mode. I just stand back, speak when spoken to, and do what I’m told. So on cue I wrestle the tree out of the stand while spewing needles all over the place (note to self: haul it out top first next year) and getting covered with sap which I’m still trying to get off my hands (another note to self: use gloves). By the time I’ve done this the boxes of ornaments are sitting in front of the attic door; Bryna’s not so subtle hint.

For all the hype and frenzy of the pre-Christmas build-up, it’s amazing how quickly it all comes crashing down. You go into a store in the days following Christmas and you wonder if Christmas happened at all. The decorations are down as employees start setting up for the next one. President’s Day? Valentine’s Day?

The trick is holding onto that Christmas spirit year-round. Christ’s incarnation, God’s coming into the world in human form, isn’t relegated to the twelve days of Christmas. If so, what would be the point? If the Christmas spirit doesn’t even have the shelf-life of your average fruit cake, something’s wrong. Thinking about the real message of Christmas as you haul down the exterior icicle lights isn’t a bad spiritual exercise. The sales are over, the lights are off, the kids are back to the normal routine, the threats that they’ll get coal in their stockings if they don’t behave are no longer effective, and the extended family has gone home. Hopefully.

As you teeter atop the ladder pulling down colored lights above the front door, you quietly reflect upon what it means to be in relationship with God. Ultimately it’s what gives meaning to life. Without this relationship, life is shallow and hopeless, devoid of joy and fullness. Every minute feels like that precise moment when a child realizes he’s opened the very last Christmas gift. And it’s not pretty.

One thing I’ve noticed in recent years is that the lone holdout to all the post-Christmas de-trimming mania is the front door wreath. I’m not sure if people don’t use their front doors or if they neglect them but well into March you’ll see browning wreaths adorning doors all around your neighborhood. Call me a stickler but my general rule is that if it’s Lent, take down the Christmas wreath! If it makes it until Easter, you may as well just leave it up until next Christmas.

I admit it’s sometimes difficult to make smooth seasonal transitions. If we’re not careful, the church year can feel like a liturgical treadmill. But each season brings opportunities to meet God anew and that’s the joy of experiencing our lives through the rhythm of the church year. We see and experience the triumphs and tragedies of life amidst the backdrop of the eternal.

But there is occasionally overlap between the seasons. Just as we may find that long lost shepherd from our crèche as we vacuum behind the couch for Easter dinner, we may feel particularly penitential during Christmas. Or joyful during Lent. The seasons of our relationship with God are not usually neat and tidy. There is seasonal “drift’ that takes place. Most important is to be cognizant of our ongoing relationship with God. Even if our current spiritual mood doesn’t match the liturgical color of the season.

The Three (not really) Kings

The_Magi_Henry_Siddons_Mowbray_1915I love the Feast of the Epiphany, that day when the Magi finally arrive at the manger. Why were they so late? I wrote the definitive answer to this question a few years ago (Top 10 Reasons the Magi Were So Late).

There are some wonderful traditions surrounding Epiphany including the King Cake with good fortune going to the lucky person who finds the bean in their slice -- well, unless they choke on it and die. And Three Kings Day celebrations and parades break out all over the world.

Not to throw a wet chasuble on your celebration but there's one problem with all these kingly celebrations: the Three Kings weren't actually kings at all. Those Burger King crowns used in Christmas pageants? Problematic -- and not just because of the inherent trans fat issue. "Wise Men" is a better translation. The word magi is a Latin version of the Greek magoi, referring to a sect of eastern holy men. (It’s where we get the word “magic”). The original Magi were a hereditary priesthood of the Medes (present day Kurds).

These three men, known apocryphally as Caspar, Melchior, and Balthazar (no, their names aren’t in the Bible) were really star gazers, early astronomers perhaps. Actually we assume there were three because of those fabulous baby gifts mentioned in Scripture -- gold, frankincense, and myrrh -- but the Bible doesn't specify this either.

It wasn't until the third century that they started being referred to as "kings" and their apocryphal names didn't emerge until the sixth century.

None of this takes away from this day Orthodox Christians call the Theophany ("God shining forth"). Wise Men, kings, whatever. The key thing is that they were Gentiles -- non-Jews -- and thus were symbols that embedded in the Incarnation was an offer of salvation freely offered to all people.

But don't worry, even if the Magi weren't kings there are still plenty of kings to go around. Here are a few:

King Kong[caption id="attachment_5660" align="aligncenter" width="320"] King Kong[/caption]

Elvis "The King" Presley[caption id="attachment_5657" align="aligncenter" width="309"] Elvis "The King" Presley[/caption]

Larry King[caption id="attachment_5662" align="aligncenter" width="315"] Larry King[/caption]

Martin Luther King, Jr.[caption id="attachment_5663" align="aligncenter" width="301"] Martin Luther King, Jr.[/caption]

B.B. King[caption id="attachment_5659" align="aligncenter" width="278"] B.B. King[/caption]

King Me![caption id="attachment_5658" align="aligncenter" width="376"] King Me!
King Tut
King Tut
King of Hearts
King of Hearts
Billie Jean King
Billie Jean King[/caption]

[caption id="attachment_5666" align="aligncenter" width="376"]Burger King Burger King[/caption]

[caption id="attachment_5667" align="aligncenter" width="470"]King Crab King Crab[/caption]



[caption id="attachment_5670" align="aligncenter" width="345"]Lion King Lion King[/caption]

[caption id="attachment_5669" align="aligncenter" width="300"]Christ the King Christ the King[/caption]