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Epiphany Gifts

Treading ground that many others have covered before me. There has been much mockery about the impracticality of the gifts and suggestions that wise women would have chosen better, but behind the mockery there is a deeper question. The gifts are clearly seen as symbolic by Matthew and whilst the simple king, priest, sacrifice triad of "we three kings" etc is obviously way too simple it is by no means certain what was intended. Or indeed whether these were suitable gifts at all or whether the magi had not only misjudged the birthplace of the new king but also the nature of his kingship.


Gold.
Suitable for a King.
But probably one like Herod
Or an Emperor like Augustine
Not the King born in Bethlehem
And crowned in Jerusalem
With thorns.

Frankincense.
Aromatic Arabian resin
Might sweeten the smell of a stable
Or enhance the smell of a sacrifice
Offered up by the priesthood
To ameliorate the bloodlust
Of their god.

Myrrh.
Another Arabian resin;
A scent associated with temple worship
Not a stable or a carpenter’s workshop,
Used to anoint kings, anaesthetise pain,
And cover up the stench of death.
Very appropriate.

Today.
What would resonate?
Something technological or pharmaceutical?
Something representing power or piety?
A gun or a Bible, or even better, both?
Would our gifts mark us out
As wise?
Selah

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