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Sunday, January 5, 2025

Solemnity Meditation: The Magi

On this second Sunday of Christmas, we celebrate the Solemnity of the Epiphany of the Lord.  Who were these strange men—the Gospel does not say they were kings—who followed a star to baby Jesus?  Well I had four blog posts on the reading of Fr. Dwight Longenecker’s book, The Mystery of the Magi.  If you really want to know who these mysterious men were—not the fable of Balthazar, Caspar, and Melchior—but the real history, read my posts.  Here is blog post #4 on Fr. Longenecker’s book, and from there are links to Posts one, two, and three.  The real history is more astonishing than the legend. 

However, Matthew’s spiritual significance is just what epiphany means.   Epiphany is a revelation of God, a theophany, and here the Magi reveal to the world that baby Jesus is the Christ, King of the Jews.

 

When Jesus was born in Bethlehem of Judea,

in the days of King Herod,

behold, magi from the east arrived in Jerusalem, saying,

“Where is the newborn king of the Jews?

We saw his star at its rising

and have come to do him homage.”

When King Herod heard this,

he was greatly troubled,

and all Jerusalem with him.

Assembling all the chief priests and the scribes of the people,

he inquired of them where the Christ was to be born.

They said to him, “In Bethlehem of Judea,

for thus it has been written through the prophet:

And you, Bethlehem, land of Judah,

are by no means least among the rulers of Judah;

since from you shall come a ruler,

who is to shepherd my people Israel.”

Then Herod called the magi secretly

and ascertained from them the time of the star’s appearance.

He sent them to Bethlehem and said,

“Go and search diligently for the child.

When you have found him, bring me word,

that I too may go and do him homage.”

After their audience with the king they set out.

And behold, the star that they had seen at its rising preceded them,

until it came and stopped over the place where the child was.

They were overjoyed at seeing the star,

and on entering the house

they saw the child with Mary his mother.

They prostrated themselves and did him homage.

Then they opened their treasures

and offered him gifts of gold, frankincense, and myrrh.

And having been warned in a dream not to return to Herod,

they departed for their country by another way.

~Mt 2:1-12

 

Fr. Geoffrey Plant as usual does a thorough of explaining the historical and biblical significance of the Epiphany.

 



Fr. Geoffrey gives a handful of theories of where the Magi came from but none of them agree with Fr. Longenecker’s research.  I would go with Fr. Longenecker. 

Now for a sermon on the spiritual significance of the epiphany, let’s turn to Jeff Cavins.

 


It occurs to me that the light given off by Christ shines through the Magi.  Let the light of Christ shine through you.  Let your person be a manifestation of Christ, an epiphany to the world.

We don’t see much of how the Magi are transformed by their visit, but the poet T.S. Eliot speculates on how one particular Magus (singular for Magi) is transformed in his great poem “The Journey of the Magi.”  I provided a detailedanalysis of the poem here if you wish to read and understand this great work of poetry.    

 

Solemnity Meditation: “Where is the newborn king of the Jews?  We saw his star at its rising and have come to do him homage.”

 

Instead of a hymn this week, I am going to provide a reading by someone named Arthur L. Wood of T.S. Eliot’s he Journey of the Magi.” 

 


I selected this clip since it provided the words, but that is also an excellent reading.

Sunday, January 7, 2024

Sunday Meditation: The Epiphany of the Lord

The Feast of the Epiphany is a manifestation of Jesus’s divinity.  It is a making known that God is among us, a revelation.  The three kings come to find the King of the World.

 

When Jesus was born in Bethlehem of Judea, in the days of King Herod, behold, magi from the east arrived in Jerusalem, saying,

“Where is the newborn king of the Jews?

We saw his star at its rising

and have come to do him homage.”

When King Herod heard this, he was greatly troubled, and all Jerusalem with him.

Assembling all the chief priests and the scribes of the people,

He inquired of them where the Christ was to be born.

They said to him, “In Bethlehem of Judea,

for thus it has been written through the prophet:

And you, Bethlehem, land of Judah,

are by no means least among the rulers of Judah;

since from you shall come a ruler,

who is to shepherd my people Israel.”

Then Herod called the magi secretly

and ascertained from them the time of the star’s appearance.

He sent them to Bethlehem and said,

“Go and search diligently for the child.

When you have found him, bring me word,

that I too may go and do him homage.”

After their audience with the king they set out.

And behold, the star that they had seen at its rising preceded them, until it came and stopped over the place where the child was.

They were overjoyed at seeing the star,

and on entering the house

they saw the child with Mary his mother.

They prostrated themselves and did him homage.

Then they opened their treasures

and offered him gifts of gold, frankincense, and myrrh.

And having been warned in a dream not to return to Herod,

they departed for their country by another way.

~Mt 2:1-12

 

Over the years I have written often on the Feast of the Epiphany and the visit of the three magi.  You can access all those posts here.  Be sure to look through my explanation of T.S. Eliot’s great poem, “Journey of the Magi,” and my review’s of Fr. Dwight Longenecker’s book on the Magi, The Mystery of the Magi. 

For a reflection on the Gospel passage this week I found Bishop Barron’s homily very profound.

 

 

I’ll also add this nice little picture summary from Aleteia of the Three Kings story with some lovely Middle Eastern music to compliment it.

 


Meditation: “They were overjoyed at seeing the star, and on entering the house they saw the child with Mary his mother.”

Saturday, September 14, 2013

Personal Story: My Fainting Episode

I was away this past week on a business trip to Germany.  In my 28 years of being an engineer, this was only my second out of country business trip, and it turned out to be memorable, not for any work accomplishments but for an event on the plane while going over the Atlantic.


The flight was on Monday from Boston (a connection stop) to Franfurt, Germany, which was also a connection for my ultimate destination of Hamburg.  Now on the Saturday previous to the departure, I had donated blood, both platelets and whole blood.  On that Monday I had breakfast before leaving but skipped lunch and at the airport had a large bottle of water, and actually bought a second bottle and had half of that.  I had dinner on the plane—some chicken teriyaki dish—with three glasses of wine.  Actually two glasses were with dinner and one was pre-dinner.  They’re free on international flights, so what the heck.


I had been reading before the chicken dinner, and now settled back for the long flight.  I put on my headphones and listened to a recording of the rosary on my iPod.  I dozed off and not too long after I woke up feeling woozy, with my stomach nauseous.  I do get motion sickness and there had been bumpiness, not extensive, but some.  My stomach at first felt like it does when experiencing motion sickness, but after another minute it felt worse.  I suddenly felt like I might have to relieve myself.  Actually it felt like blood was rushing to my stomach.  So I got up, unhooked my headphones, and trying to prevent my ipod from sliding off the forward tray while holding down the book that was also on the tray, I took a step into the aisle. 


I don’t exactly know what happened after that.  Suddenly I found myself on the floor, people’s legs standing around me, a blanket over my chest, a commotion of noise, and hands everywhere thrusting at me.  One pair of hands had an oxygen mask and was trying to get it on my mouth and nose.  I guess other hands were trying to help her.  They were giving me directions, but for the life of me I don’t know what they were saying.  I’m pretty sure one was telling me to breath into the mask, but I imagine others were asking me if I were hurt, feeling pain, did I hit my head, are you having trouble breathing? 

 
I wasn’t seeing comprehensively.  I had large spots in front of my eyes.  I sat up and my head felt like it was empty, as if all the blood had drained out.  I must have asked what happened.  I took the oxygen mask and tried to breath.  My arms were sweaty.  People were saying how pale I was.  My sight was coming back together, as if my view was coagulating into comprehension.  Someone said I was getting my color back in my face.  I was breathing into the mask, but frankly I didn’t feel any oxygen coming out.  I was asked if I could get up and go to the back of the plane.  I said I just want to sit here.  Someone (and I presume the people talking to me were the stewardesses) said it would be more private for me.  And then I looked around and noticed all the people in their seats looking down on me.  An aisle in an airplane is not very wide and they were practically on top of me.  So I consented and had them help me up—again my brain felt woozy—and they walked me to the back, which was only about three or four rows, to a stewardess seat against the back wall, near the bathrooms.  There was an emergency door right by where the rows of seats ended, so that the corner was very roomy.

I don’t know if the rest is all that interesting.  They identified a doctor on the plane and he spent a good amount of time with me.  They had a wrist blood pressure machine which we had the hardest time getting to get good readings but once it did it registered something like 90 over 65.  It was low—most definitely.  The doctor did not think I had had a heart attack or a stroke.  I mentioned the blood donation and lack of eating and that I go to the gym regularly, and he thought I had dehydrated and mentioned some term with the word “vascular.”  We got to talking.  I didn’t mention all the water I drank, but I wonder if that could have washed out my potassium, which could I think paradoxically enhance the likelihood of dehydration.  Coincidentally he had been a doctor at one of the Staten Island hospitals at one point in his life.  My conversation was pretty coherent, so he felt comfortable that I had not had anything serious.  But he said I needed to take certain precautions and possibly see a doctor when we landed.

They had me keep the oxygen mask over my face, and one of the poor stewardesses (I later found out her name is Annkathrin) was still holding the tank.  I offered to take it from her and hold it myself.  She said not to be silly.  They gave me an aspirin as a precaution.  Aspirins in Germany are 500 mg, which are much larger than ours.  I got to talking to Annkathrin who told me I was only on the floor for seconds.  The people around me tried to help.  I felt very humbled.  I said everyone had been so kind.  The supervisory stewardess (her name was Eva) came by and said I finally had color in my face.  I said it was probably from embarrassment…lol.  Nothing like this has ever happened to me before.  I really felt embarrassed.  Annkathrin said not to be embarrassed.  This happens frequently on long flights.  Somehow I didn’t quite believe it but she insisted.  She said they could have a doctor on arrival for me, but I said I didn’t think I needed it any longer.  My blood pressure was returning to normal, and she said if I still felt well I wouldn’t need it.


Finally I returned to my seat.  Everyone seated nearby asked how I felt and if they could do anything for me.  They were all so nice, the woman with the child to my left, the family to my right, the big strong young man in front.  I sat there and had several epiphanies.  First epiphany, I felt my mortality and how quickly and overwhelming death could be.  I’ve always imagined that under most circumstances one could ask for our Lord’s forgiveness at the moment of death.  I don’t think that’s typically possible.  I had no awareness I even collapsed to the floor.  “My God, my God,” I muttered, echoing the words of Christ on the cross, “why have you forsaken me?”
 
But then I had a second epiphany.  I was not forsaken.  There were people all around me, helping me, their hands in care for me.  I thought of St. Catherine of Siena, who among other things took care of the ill.  She was a physical saint, a saint of touch.  Those who have read this blog know how I’ve adopted her as my personal saint ever since I read her biography earlier this year.  My pastor at church frequently homilies on how moments such as I went through are moments of encounters with Christ.  All those hands thrust forward for my care were hands of Christ.  Christ is there in all our compassion.
 

I asked Annkathrin for the names of those who helped me, so I can send a note of praise to their employer.  She brought over another young lady, the young lady who I think was trying to get the oxygen mask on to my face while I was collapsed.  She wrote her name down, Catharina.  And then right there was my third epiphany.  Both young ladies who helped me were named Catherine in some form.  St. Catherine had been there praying for me, and sent me two angels.  My mouth dropped.  God bless them. 


I didn’t need a doctor when we landed in Frankfurt, and so I went on with my connection, and the rest of the business trip.  I had no further issues.  The one free afternoon I had I walked around Hamburg for over four hours, and must have tallied over ten miles.  I’m pretty sure my heart is sound, but I will get a thorough exam as soon as I can.


When I got home I wrote Lufthansa a note commending the two stewardesses and their supervisor, Eva.  May the Lord bless them and keep them, and may He shine His face upon them.