What do
you see when you look at the stars?
Maybe
you see images: connect-the-dots drawings of people and creatures and symbols.
Maybe you see history as astronomers do: the years, decades, or even centuries
it takes for that light to travel from the star we see to our eyes on earth.
Maybe you see a tool for navigation or a deep well of wonder and beauty.
Maybe you don’t see stars at all, because the local electric light gets in the way. Or because you forget to look up and out.
Maybe you don’t see stars at all, because the local electric light gets in the way. Or because you forget to look up and out.
Thousands
of years ago, it seems, a few committed star-gazers looked at the stars and saw
a king. A king coming to rule a little one-horse territory in the vast Roman
Empire, far from their own home and nation – a king they somehow find that they
want to meet.
And
they packed themselves up for a long, strange trip, headed for the capital of
that little land in the middle of empire, only to discover that the king they
were looking for wasn’t there. And that no one there was expecting a new king.
So
after some hushed and hurried consultations, our star-gazers leave the capital
city equipped with old prophecy and directions to Bethlehem. And when they get there,
they see their star again. They see the star pointing them to one particular
house and they are utterly overwhelmed by joy. They enter a perfectly ordinary
house; with what probably appears to most to be a perfectly ordinary toddler –
adorable when he’s asleep; dangerous the minute you take your eye off him – and
they see, at last, The King.
They
see – perhaps – the savior of the world. Or they see a kingship of real and
lasting peace. Or glory and triumph. Or selflessness and sacrifice. All kingly
qualities. The text doesn’t tell us just how they recognized this king, all the
text says is that they took one look at this toddler and behaved as if he were
a crowned and powerful king, kneeling down and offering royal gifts.
They
looked at the stars and saw a king. They believed what they saw; they acted on
it; and they found living, breathing, lively proof of God’s action and their
own faith.
What we
look for is often – so often – what we find.
I don’t
know what Herod saw, in Jerusalem, when he
looked at the stars. I don’t know if he looked at the stars at all, in fact. But
Matthew makes it pretty clear that when the star-gazers asked Herod about
finding a king, Herod saw a threat. He’s immediately frightened, and shares his
terror with the whole capital city. Threat level red, Jerusalem. Be afraid!
Herod
sees the threat to his own power, his own kingship, so clearly that he later
sends out assassins to get rid of any child
who might be this star-signaled king. Just in case.
Herod sees a threat, he acts on that belief, and he finds one - and eliminates it, he hopes.
Herod sees a threat, he acts on that belief, and he finds one - and eliminates it, he hopes.
What
you find, so often, is exactly what you are looking for. What we see, mostly,
is what we expect to see.
That’s a fact that’s on display on every cable news channel in our country. And it’s how we find – or create – the smart kid, and the sporty kid, in families, and across neighborhoods. This has a lot to do with whether we find strangers friendly or frightening.
We don’t always know what we’re expecting to see, and still we see what we expect.
Matthew
tells this story of foreign star-gazers finding a king in the child Jesus to
make a point about God’s action, and God’s revelation. He wants to teach us a
new expectation – one that you and I have been taught for a long time, but is
still not what we unconsciously expect.
He wants us to know and understand that in Christ, God is deliberately, generously, uninhibitedly pouring out God’s glory to outsiders and strangers. God is inviting the unfaithful to reveal the holy; inviting the stranger into the inner circle; revealing God’s very own self to the people least likely to understand.
And that it works.
He wants us to know and understand that in Christ, God is deliberately, generously, uninhibitedly pouring out God’s glory to outsiders and strangers. God is inviting the unfaithful to reveal the holy; inviting the stranger into the inner circle; revealing God’s very own self to the people least likely to understand.
And that it works.
This
group of foreign star-gazers probably didn’t have any intention of looking for Israel’s promised Messiah. But they
believed the night sky could tell them everything important that was happening
in the world. So they saw a royal star appear. And they acted on it, and they
saw God.
So
often, we find what we are looking for, whether we know what we are looking for
or not.
A few
years ago, I was helping to run a Vacation Bible School, and we sent the kids
home one day telling them to look for “God-sightings” wherever they went that
day. The next day, we asked for reports.
One saw
God in the loving way a friend put a band-aid on his boo-boo. Another marveled
at the deep greenness of the leaves on a tree. A good third of the kids had
seen God in a day at the swimming pool, one reporting after another. And at
least one saw God in a grape popsicle.
I was skeptical about the popsicle, myself. And of some of those swimming pool reports. I saw – at first – a pile on of random kid-likes.
But why not a popsicle?
You’re
not going to find God if you’re not looking, if you’re not open to
God-sightings. But if you are looking
for God, are open to God-sightings,
why couldn’t the sticky refreshment
of a grape popsicle be a revelation of God’s joy, or love? Or God’s simple presence, incarnate with us in
the world?
Some of us here see God at work in almost everything: the wonders and diversity of creation, the parking space that opens up at the front of a crowded lot, the blossoming of a friendship, the ending of a job, the death of a loved one, that particular song playing on the radio.
Some of us here see God at work in almost everything: the wonders and diversity of creation, the parking space that opens up at the front of a crowded lot, the blossoming of a friendship, the ending of a job, the death of a loved one, that particular song playing on the radio.
Some of
us see random chance, hard work, loss and sorrow, or strong scientific fact in
the same things.
None of
us are wrong.
That’s
all true.
But
that star over Bethlehem, the star-gazers trekking west to find a king, and one
small child in an ordinary house in one small town in the Roman Empire, all invite
us to look for, and to see, the revelation of presence and glory, power and
love, hope and grace that God is still pouring out on all the skeptical,
unfaithful, inattentive world.
They invite
us to look for and find the revelation of selfless love where we might be
tempted to look for the dangers of change. To seek and see the majesty and
miracles God displays where we’ve been taught to look for rational
explanations. To choose to seek and see joy and wonder right along with common
and everyday; to choose to look for love and hope even when we expect and find
sorrow and pain.
God
invites us all to be star gazers. To look for revelation, to act on what we see
and what we seek, so that we, too, find the king born for us, the joy and hope and majesty God is pouring out for all the
world to discover. Long ago and here
and now.
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