15 December 2016

The Road to Bethlehem - Kings

Merry Christmas Dear Reader,

With Christmas a mere ten days away my mind turns to some of the more traditional aspects of the Christmas story.  Although they come later in the story I think constantly of the Magi.  Wise men from the east who came to find the “born King of the Jews.”   My mind wonders what texts they read.  It ponders what kind of men they were.  

We know little about them really.  I have read almost every book written about them and I still feel that it is almost all speculation.  I am even doing some speculation of my own but that will come later.

What a thing it is that these men came so far to see the King.  They traveled in faith that they would find what all the portents had told them.  They brought treasures of great value that showed they understood who this King is. 

The version I have provided of their song is the lighthearted one from A Claymation Christmas.   Enjoy the camels but listen to the lyrics.   The King born in Bethlehem was one who was worthy of great gifts.  He would ransom us three decades hence.  It may be Dear Reader, that the Magi were the only humans who selflessly saw him as King.

We Three Kings – Claymation Christmas

We three kings of Orient are
Bearing gifts we traverse afar.
Field and fountain, moor and mountain,
Following yonder star.

O star of wonder, star of night,
Star with royal beauty bright,
Westward leading, still proceeding,
Guide us to thy perfect Light.

Born a king on Bethlehem's plain,
Gold I bring to crown Him again,
King forever, ceasing never
Over us all to reign.

O star of wonder, star of night,
Star with royal beauty bright,
Westward leading, still proceeding,
Guide us to thy perfect Light.

Frankincense to offer have I.
Incense owns a Deity nigh.
Prayer and praising all men raising,
Worship Him, God on high.

O star of wonder, star of night,
Star with royal beauty bright,
Westward leading, still proceeding,
Guide us to thy perfect Light.

Myrrh is mine: it's bitter perfume
Breaths a life of gathering gloom.
Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding dying,
Sealed in the stone-cold tomb.

O star of wonder, star of night,
Star with royal beauty bright,
Westward leading, still proceeding,
Guide us to thy perfect Light.

Glorious now behold Him arise,
King and God and Sacrifice.
Alleluia, alleluia!
Sounds through the earth and skies.

O star of wonder, star of night,
Star with royal beauty bright,
Westward leading, still proceeding,
Guide us to thy perfect Light

Wishing you joy in the journey,

Aramis Thorn
Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a home owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure store.”

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