Text: Matthew 2:1-12
This sermon was originally preached at Saint Stephen’s Episcopal Church in Sherman, Texas, on Sunday, January 4, 2026.
In the Gospel readings of the Christmas season, the Lord Jesus is understandably silent. Usually, the Gospel reading features Christ saying something, doing something. He’s a grown man, active in his ministry: teaching, working a miracle, engaged in conflict. But in these Christmas Gospels, he’s a newborn and so has no words to give us. And he does not drive the action, but like all infants is dependent on the actions of those around him. The Jesus of the Christmas Gospels is passive: he is born, he is visited by the shepherds and the Magi, he is circumcised and named, he is taken by night to Egypt. Things happen to him.
And this fact should remind us of the ineffable condescension of the Incarnation. The Word is so humble– he humbles himself so much by becoming one of us. In the Incarnation, the God who is totally active becomes, for a season, passive. The Word of God becomes wordless. The eternal God as a little child– helpless, dependent. It is a humility beyond comprehension.
And so, it’s the other figures in the Gospel stories who speak to us, whose actions are woven into the Christmas mystery: Mary, Joseph, the angels, the shepherds, Herod… and the Wise Men.
The Magi are a colorful part of our Christian heritage, and most people have an idea in their heads of what they look like. Their skin is swarthy, they’re dressed in kingly robes and crowns, each with their treasure chest. Yet St. Matthew doesn’t give us much information about who these Wise Men are. We don’t learn their names. We don’t know which country they’re from, other than that it’s in the East. We don’t learn how they came to know about the Star that led them to Jesus.
We know that the Magi were sages from an Eastern kingdom like Chaldea or Persia. They are pagans from a pagan land. They are Gentiles. They are astronomers… what today we’d call astrologers. They studied the heavenly bodies and deduced current and future events from them. So there appeared in the night sky a star that for some reason indicated to them that a king had been born in the land of Israel. Something in their astrological “science” told them that this star, based on its location, its movement, its relation to other heavenly bodies, signaled the birth of a king in Israel.
And they want to meet this King. They are probably aware of some of the prophecies of the Hebrew Bible about the King of the Jews: how he will reign over the earth in righteousness, how he will bring the nations to the worship of the true God, how this King is so exalted he may even be divine or something close to it. They want to meet this newborn King and do him homage and seek his favor. So they make the decision to set out from their land to make the long journey to the land of Judea.
True to the minimalist literary style of the Gospels, we don’t get a detailed description of that journey, much less something cinematic. The Evangelist simply tells us that the Magi journeyed from their land to Judea, led on by the Star. But it must have been a long, hard journey! We don’t often think of what these sages must have been through to get to the newborn Christ.
T.S. Eliot wrote a poem called “Journey of the Magi” which imagines the conditions of their journey. It’s narrated by one of the Wise Men, who says
‘A cold coming we had of it,
Just the worst time of the year
For a journey, and such a long journey:
The ways deep and the weather sharp,
The very dead of winter.’
And the camels galled, sore-footed, refractory,
Lying down in the melting snow.
There were times we regretted [leaving]…
And the night-fires going out, and the lack of shelters,
And the cities hostile and the towns unfriendly
And the villages dirty and charging high prices:
A hard time we had of it.
At the end we preferred to travel all night,
Sleeping in snatches,
With the voices singing in our ears, saying
That this was all folly.
It was a long and hard journey for these men, who had left their homes to see a King they had never met, who might not even exist if they read the heavens wrong. Imagine if they arrived in Judea and there was no King! There must have been for these sages doubts, questionings, grumblings as they made this journey through the dead of winter.
And when they did arrive, and found the Christ Child, and looked upon his face, did they truly understand the significance of the One they were meeting? Did they understand that this child was God incarnate? Did they understand that they were the first Gentiles to see the Messiah in the flesh?
True, they did fall down and worship him. They did present their gifts— but did they know the meaning of these presents? Gold for a king, incense for a god, myrrh for one who was to die?
They had met the newborn King— here he was, in the flesh, the Reality that had caused the heavens to give forth a sign. And they rejoiced. But then they returned to their country. Did they know what this Child would become? Had they any idea of the miracles he would perform, of the teachings he would proclaim, of the death and resurrection he would undergo?
The major events of the life of Christ, everything we associate with Jesus — the miracles, the parables, the Passion— none of these had happened yet. The Magi couldn’t have known who this Child would grow up to be. Yet they had an experience of him: the divine serenity of his infant countenance, the grace-filled atmosphere of the Holy Family’s home. They had seen the Christ, and even if they couldn’t articulate it, it had changed them.
And that’s how Eliot’s poem ends, with one of the Wise Men back home and reflecting how the experience has forever unsettled him:
We returned to our places, these Kingdoms,
But no longer at ease here, in the old dispensation,
With an alien people clutching their gods.
I should be glad of another death.
“No longer at ease here.” They have seen the true Light and now the darkness of the pagan world can no longer be natural for them.
The Magi represent all of us. Like them, we are Gentiles, shrouded in the ignorance of false gods until God in his mercy showed us the Light of His Son. We have, each of us, been led to the Christ– if not by a star, then by the events of our lives, imprinted with the touch of God. God has revealed to us His Son.
But we have to make the journey. The Christian life is one long journey to see the Christ face to face. And it can be a hard journey. We may say, with Eliot’s Magi, “A hard time we had of it.” The ways deep, and the weather sharp.
It’s not easy to journey toward Christ, whom we have not yet seen in the flesh, whom we have not yet seen face to face. We walk by faith and not by sight. And on the journey, there might be grumblings, doubts, questionings. Tragedy can strike, well-laid plans are leveled, and the whole enterprise can seem illusory— the voices singing in our ears, that this is all folly.
But we have the grace of God to sustain us in the journey, to comfort and help us, to reassure us that the trek is not in vain. We do not yet see him face to face, but we do see him in Word and Sacrament: in the inspired words of Scripture, in the mysteries of the Church, in the fellowship of our brothers and sisters. He is with us. And the more we get to know him, the more we feel ill at ease in this world, with all its lusts and falsehoods and idols.
When we have seen the true Light, even if only through a glass darkly, we can no longer be at ease here, in the old dispensation, clutching the gods of this world. Something within us has changed. We have changed. And the old ways are no longer sufficient or desirable.
“A cold coming we had of it.” And yet there is the Child, there is the Light. And aren’t we glad we made the journey? Amen.
