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“We Three Kings of Orient Are.” Catchy little tune with a nice lyrical ‘hook,’ isn’t it? There was a time not so many years ago when you’d hear it piped over the loudspeakers of shopping centers during Advent, or played every few hours on the radio as part of their holiday music rotation. Nowadays, if you hear it at all in a public setting, it’s most likely just going to be the music, not the lyrics. After all, they can’t have those troublesome words referring to Perfect Light, a King born in Bethlehem, the worship of a Deity, or His suffering, death, and resurrection offending the ears of eagerly over-spending customers, can they?

I was a little surprised to learn a few years ago that this particular song was actually written and composed by a pastor. What surprised me most was that he’d gone beyond the revelation of Holy Scripture about the visitors, and put forth the unsubstantiated tradition that there were three visitors just because there were three gifts. He also wrote that the visitors were kings, rather than what the Bible clearly says they were: magi, wise men. When you start inserting non-biblical conjecture into what a hymn ought to be—a clear witness to the truth of the scriptural message—you’re playing with fire.

As popular and familiar as this Christmas carol might be, it’s interesting to note that it didn’t find its way into any of our synod’s four most recent hymnals. I suspect that is because the hymnal developers had similar reservations about the accuracy of the theological message which “We Three Kings of Orient Are” conveys.

Now, I’m not advocating that we launch a campaign to eradicate the song from the Advent, Christmas, and Epiphany season. After all, other than the inaccurate title and opening line, the rest of the lyrics of the song give a great testament to Jesus as God, King, and Savior. They’re just the sort of words we ought to celebrate and hope to infiltrate into the world around us, even if they do irritate unbelieving shoppers or make retailers cower in fear. If such words received more public proclamation, perhaps God would lead many more people to their own Epiphany concerning His Son, Jesus Christ.

But we can peel away the word “three” as speculative. We can eliminate the “kings” part as not agreeing with the clear sense of the Bible’s words. We can even call “of Orient” into question—they came from the east, but it’s unlikely they journeyed all the way from the Orient as we define it. What, then, are we left with?

Only two words remain: “We… Are…”. Those men who at their essence can only be accurately described as “we are” came to worship the incarnate “I AM.” After stripping away all the adjectives and pretense and human knowledge and even the costly gifts they carried, these visitors who came to worship the newborn king came before him just as we ourselves do: Offering nothing at all of any value which God Himself has not provided in the first place.

For what do we bring Jesus, after all? What do we carry before Him and lay at His feet? What does our collective “WE ARE” bring to the great I AM?

We said it quite clearly not that long ago, didn’t we? You know, back there on page 151:

· WE ARE, by nature, sinful and unclean.

· WE ARE sinners in thought, word, and deed.

· WE ARE offenders by both commission and omission.

· WE ARE withholders of love from both God and neighbor.

· WE ARE deserving of punishment, both in this temporal life and forever.

So, of course, were the magi—whether they were three or three hundred, whether kings or astrologers, whether from just a short distance east or whether they really had traveled afar over field and fountain, moor and mountain. They came seeking the King of the Jews because they had seen a star. They could only have known that such a star signified His birth…how?

Only by having heard or read the Word of God. It is there—in the Scriptures—that Moses and Isaiah and Daniel gave prophetic witness to the signs, the time frame, and the circumstances for the Messiah’s birth. And much of those Scriptures had found its way eastward during the exile of the Jews. Daniel himself served as an advisor to the king’s court in Babylon.

Upon their arrival in Jerusalem, known to be that city of the Jews where kings come to rule, and to receive their crowns and their glory, the Word of God reveals still more to these magi: The king’s birth is to be in Bethlehem, a nearby town. Herod’s initial consternation at their inquiry then quickly turns to intrigue and conspiracy: “Just when did this star appear?” Herod wants to know. He wants to ensure that he can properly identify all the potential rivals, so that he can destroy them like he has so many other threats to his power over the years, including one of his wives and three of his own sons.

Herod even wants to make the magi his stalking horses to root out the threat, letting them do the grunt work of locating the child, under the guise of having a similar desire to worship this new King. The Bible doesn’t indicate that they agreed to Herod’s request, only that they heard it, and then departed.

Here we discover another detail that the songwriter of “We Three Kings” and the writers of several other Christmas songs get wrong: It is only after the visit with Herod that the Bible tells us the star led them to where they should go. Prior to that, they saw the star as a sign of the King’s birth, not a guiding beacon. That’s why they went first to Jerusalem. We don’t even know for sure that they were led to Bethlehem to see Jesus, although that makes for a nice, traditional manger scene. By this time Jesus may have already been circumcised and the time of Mary’s purification completed.

Nevertheless, the magi come before the Lord in awe and respect, bowing down and offering costly treasures from God’s own good creation: Gold as a gift for honoring a King; frankincense as a Priest’s sacrifice giving a pleasing aroma to the Lord; myrrh as a tribute to the suffering and death of a Prophet.

But they didn’t bring these expensive gifts to curry Jesus’ favor. They weren’t trying to form an alliance or pay Him off for some great good He had done for them. They weren’t trying to trumpet their knowledge or demonstrate how clever they had been in figuring out how to find Him. They knew that there had been divine guidance both before and during their journey: The Word of God to enlighten their minds, and the star in the heavens to illuminate their path.

They came before their Lord and Creator in faith and worship, with heavenly things—not earthly things—on their minds. They understood that if this birth could cause such a stir among the religious leaders of His own people, such fear in a powerful and ruthless earthly king, and such a wondrous sign in the skies, He was certainly no ordinary child; no run-of-the-mill king. Had the magi only been wise in the earthly sense, they would’ve looked at Jesus and His modest parents and concluded that there was no way this child was of royal blood. But they had been granted an understanding that goes beyond visual appearances and runs contrary to reason—they saw with the eyes of faith those things that are hoped for but not yet seen.

“Epiphany” means a revelation, a coming-to-understanding of something not previously known or comprehended. We celebrate this special day in part because it commemorates the first encountering of Jesus by those outside the household of Israel, by these intrepid travelers from a distant land.

More importantly, though, we celebrate tonight that we, too, have been informed and enlightened by God’s Word and led before the King of all creation.

Bowing before Him, we can’t offer Him a single good thing that originates with us, no matter what we might bring. All we can bring is our sinfulness, our worthlessness, our weaknesses, our disbelief. All we can offer to heap upon Him is the burden of our transgressions, the many times and various ways we have done violence to His Law and resisted His will. And willingly He accepts these burdens; lovingly and patiently He picks them up and draws them to Himself. He bathes Himself in the dark poison of our sins and wraps Himself in our despicable unrighteousness.

That is when the real gift-giving begins. The precious token of God’s eternal and limitless love for you is not wrapped in brightly-colored paper, tied with shiny ribbons, or adorned with fancy bows. It’s wrapped in rags and lies sleeping in coarse, dry plant stalks. It’s bones and flesh and blood, encased in new pink skin that was then pounded with fists, torn by whips and thorns, punctured by nails, and pierced by spear. Gaze this night—on this 12^th night of Christmas—upon what your true love gave to you: Himself. All of Himself. Nothing held back; not even His very life.

Let Him wrap you up, then, as His precious gift back to Himself. May the garment of His righteousness, washed in His own life-giving blood, be draped around you. Be covered in His love each time you remember being drenched with His cleansing water. May His proclaimed Word of forgiveness be as a soft, comforting bed upon which you rest in quiet confidence.

And be drawn again and again to His table, where He gives you His very self, the body that was broken and bloodied for you.

Here in His house, He makes you His own gift by giving, and giving, and giving still more—fulfilling all His promises and promising even greater gifts yet to come. So be wise. Follow the signs your Lord has given you for your journey. Let His Word guide you to His presence. Return not to the ruler of this world, and take a different path to your eternal home. Most of all, dear Gentiles, enjoy all the gifts—now and forever. Amen.

Arise, shine, for your light has come, and the glory of the Lord has risen upon you.