by Nan Jones @NanJonesAuthor
Can you imagine with me for just a moment?
along the stony trail. With every step, dust from the dry and thirsty land blurred
the edges of their hooves. The night sky, vast and translucent, held the veil
between heaven and earth. Stars, like sequins, glimmered. A silence wrapped the
Magi in a holy hush – a knowing, a pondering of the faithfulness of their God.
they went; the star in the east their compass. Its brilliant light-beams
cascaded over the earth beckoning these men of wisdom and insight and worship
to seek the Newborn King. Saddlebags draped over jewel-toned blankets, bulged
with gifts fit for the long awaited Christ Child. Gifts befitting royalty.
Gifts of worship.
the crest of the hill overlooking the valley below, the Magi searched the
heavens. And there it was! The sign! The cascading light-beams from the
brilliant star touched the earth, pointing to the Messiah. Shouts of joy rang
across the land as the men proclaimed their journey’s end. Hearts raced with
anticipation. Spirits leaped within from the overpowering Presence of God.
men of wisdom bolted towards the Light, dismounted, and doubled over in awe.
Tears streamed. Smiles beamed. And their knees fell hard against the earth as
they bowed in worship before their King.
by one the Magi unwrapped their gifts for Jesus.
by one the gifts reflected God’s perfect plan.
The royalty of Jesus. A gift befitting the King of kings.
Frankincense. The priestly role of Jesus. The sweet
aroma drifting from the altar of incense in the Tabernacle where prayer flowed
to the Father. Resin harvested by stripping the bark from the tree in a process
called striping. The resin flows from the wounds, hardens, and is deemed
the tears of the tree.
Myrrh. The anointing oil for
Jesus’ death. Resin from a small, thorny tree. The tree is beaten
repeatedly to cause the resin to bleed out. Myrrh was used to embalm the
Like Mary, I ponder these things of God. I find myself awestruck at the
intricacies of His plan of salvation – the complexities of design and
purpose. I wonder at the sweet aroma created by the prayers of the
righteous before the Lord and the fact that the Magi must have realized the
significance of their gift being harvested by stripes and tears. I am in awe
that myrrh was chosen as the third gift – myrrh, whose very source is laden
with thorns and must be beaten to release the fragrant liquid.
I think on Jesus and His touch upon my life.
ear to my voice when I cry out to You.
before You as incense,
hands as the evening sacrifice.”
As I seek the Christ Child this Christmas, dust from my dry and thirsty land
blurs each step. But, I seek Him still. His Word is a lamp unto my feet, a
brilliant light cascading from heaven pointing directly to Him. I cry out to
Him, my prayers a sweet aroma, pleasing and acceptable to the Lord because He
because He loves me, I will worship Him.
I will worship and adore Him because He is the Lord.