“Where is He who has been born King of the Jews?” Matt. 2:2. “For we have seen His star in the East and have come to worship Him.”
Growing up, our family put up our tree the day after Thanksgiving. From then on until Christmas day, every morning at least one new mysterious gift appeared under its branches. Somehow mom remembered which shiny package belonged to what child. None of them had a name, leaving us all to shake, guess and argue about both what and whose. It was magical.
Herod was a bad dude. As king he was ruthless. When wise men came looking for another king, Herod wasn’t happy.
Silky smooth and slimy green, he responded, “Go and search carefully for the young Child and when you have found Him, bring back word to me, that I may come and worship Him also.” Matt. 2:8; NKJV.
The Magi brought gifts, gold, frankincense and myrrh, unlikely treasures for a toddler, but suitable for a king.
But those gifts pale next to another they bestowed on the young Child.
They fell down and worshiped Him.
“He who is the blessed and only Potentate, the King of kings and Lord of lords…” 1 Tim. 6:15-16; NKJV.
Only One King of Kings is worthy of my gift of worship.
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