God has a messenger
DDG, Unit 19, Session 5, Day 1 – Matthew 2:1-12
In the story of the Magi, have you
ever wondered why, when asked where the King of the Jews had been born, Herod
didn’t just look at them bemused? He was the King in Israel. He had no new-born
son. He knew they weren’t looking for him. Immediately, he sent for the chief
priests and scribes and asked where the Christ was to be born. The anointed
One. The Messiah. He recognized that such a procession at such a time could
only mean the Messiah had been born. Unlike those who had seen baby Jesus at
his dedication, Herod wasn’t celebrating.
How did you respond when people
first confronted you with the Good News of the One who came and died that we
might live. I don’t mean the first time you heard it. You may have grown up
surrounded by church and its language and culture. I was. Some of my oldest
memories are of singing in the children’s choir at my local church. I’m pretty
sure I couldn’t really even read at that point. I remember confirmation classes
and Sunday School. The first people who ever really told me that Jesus loved me
and wanted to save me from my sins were students at my high school. Not
classmates. I didn’t know them. I don’t know how they came to know me. I just
knew they were weird. They wore the big red badges that said “Get Smart, Get
Saved,” and I ran every time I saw the badges. They meant well, but I wasn’t
interested. At least I wasn’t contemplating homicide like Herod was.
Why is the wisemen’s seeking and worshiping of Jesus relevant to how the gospel message led us to find Jesus?
I’ll let you contextualize that
yourself. For me, it was that sometimes the unlikeliest people showed up in the
unlikeliest places to bring a message I didn’t think I needed to hear. Or even
wanted to hear. But I’m so glad they did. Now, I get to be someone else’s unlikely
messenger. Lord, make the just the right messenger for the right time to the
right person. And, if necessary, look a little weird in the process.
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