My Week that Was, and Wonderfully Weird Worlds

South Ash Street in Sauk Centre, Minnesota. Monday afternoon, January 10, 2022

Monday afternoon was sunny and warm. For central Minnesota in January. The high was around 32° Fahrenheit, 0° Celsius. Our sidewalk and driveway were free(ish) of snow, with a bit over a half-foot covering the yard.

Sauk Centre Municipal Airport aerial view. From saukcentre.govoffice2.com, used w/o permission.The weather station at Sauk Centre Municipal Airport was back online Thursday afternoon, and then the National Weather Service posted a Winter Weather Advisory for this area.

Sauk Centre Municipal Airport isn’t in the Chicago O’Hare class.

But with two runways, hangar space for 11 private aircraft, a fuel pump and a private airplane maintenance facility, it meets our needs.

Granted, one of the runways is a grass surface marked with yellow cones. I don’t know if it’s usable in winter. And that’s another topic.

Weather This Week

National Weather Service forecast map. (January 14, 2022 1806 UTC) From National Weather Service, used w/o permission.

Where was I? Monday sunny and warm. Local weather station back online. Winter Weather Advisory and Sauk Centre’s airport. Right.

Sauk Centre, Minnesota; local conditions. (January 13, 2022; 3:36 p.m.)Technically, Friday’s weather was “Hazardous Weather Conditions.”

We got a little snow and a little wind. That makes “slow down and use caution while traveling” good advice.

Particularly, maybe, for folks who didn’t grow up around here. In any case, I don’t mind having access to weather advisories and warnings – along reviews of why frostbite and hypothermia are bad for us, and to avoid both.

More Weather This Week, and Taking Care of Tech

South Ash Street in Sauk Centre, Minnesota. Friday afternoon, January 14, 2022

Anyway, Friday afternoon it was 15° Fahrenheit, -9° Celsius. The sun was shining, above the clouds, but down here we enjoyed nature’s own indirect lighting.

There wasn’t as much snow on the sidewalk as on the rest of the yard, but it needed to be cleared before we would be in compliance with municipal standards.

Sauk Centre’s plows went by more-or-less regularly, so streets were clear. Around here, at any rate. Well, clear-ish. There’s still packed snow and ice between pavement and tires, so engaging situational awareness while driving is prudent.

Speaking of which, the household van is back from the garage, after minor maintenance.

That’s good news.

On the other hand, the van’s steering jerked to the right a few times on Wednesday on my way back from the Adoration chapel. But I got home without incident. Even so, I’ll want to drive it more to see whether or not we’ve still got issues with the steering.

More good news. At least one of the furnace’s replacement parts arrived. Next step(s) will be swapping them out with the worn tech.

My computer’s been frustrating me. Make that I’ve been feeling frustrated because my computer hasn’t been running quite right. My son and I talked about it, and he’s planning on replacing my hard drive with an SSD — technospeak for Solid State Drive.

Sounds like a good idea.

I’ve long since passed the ‘computer guy’ mantle on to my son. It’s nice, having a computer technician in the family.

Meanwhile, COVID-19 is Still Around

Minnesota Department of Health's COVID-19 Situation Update. (January 15, 2022)

The COVID-19 pandemic is headline news every day: so I’ve been seeing headlines about the pandemic, with plenty of politics and pathos. And, arguably, bathos. I’ve also touched base at the Minnesota Department of Health’s COVID-19 Situation Update page.

Those four charts are from Friday’s display. Upper left shows how many folks are sick with COVID-19, upper right are how many died from the disease each day, and lower left shows how many were hospitalized. Finally, there’s the total cases by age.

None of it’s exactly good news. But the situation could be worse. This winter’s death count is substantially less than last year’s. Again, that’s not good news.

However, I’m still pretty sure that we’re looking at a serious health issue: not an apocalyptic calamity brought about by [insert ‘bad guy’ label here]. I’ve talked about life, death, health, and making sense, before. And probably will again. Eventually.

And that’s yet another topic.

Wonderfully Weird Worlds

NASA/JPL-Caltech/NASA's Goddard Space Flight Center's illustration of WD 1856 and WD 1856 b. (2020)So, how come I’m talking about the weather, my town’s airport and the like?

Basically, because otherwise I’d have written a woefully inadequate rush job about exoplanets.

Between technical issues and an unexpected abundance of new material, there’s no way I could finish what I’d planned for this week.

There’s a backlog of exoplanet-related items I’ve been intending to discuss, including WD 1856 b: a planet that’s roughly nine times as massive as Jupiter. And considerably wider than the white dwarf star it orbits.

Then on Friday I saw this:

Seems that scientists confirmed that WASP-103 b is shaped like an egg. Or rugby ball. it’s described both ways.

Meanwhile, here in central Minnesota, I’m enjoying tropical comfort: thanks in part to wearable technology we call “clothing.” Meanwhile, outside, water is a mineral.

And I see that someone’s cleared our sidewalk. That’s good news, too.

Finally, links to more-or-less related stuff:

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Baptism of Jesus: Third “Aha!” of the Season

'Modern Nativity' a trendy Nativity scene, from San Diego's Wright brothers, Casey and Corey. (2016)
(From Casey and Corey Wright, via San Diego Union Tribune, used w/o permission.)

As an American, my Christmas season starts on the fourth Thursday in November.

Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade collage. (2020) screen captures from Macy's via Verizon, used w/o permission.That’s when the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade arrives at Macy’s Herald Square in New York City.

Thereafter, front yards bask in the glow of neon reindeer and electric snowmen, while a spirit of unbridled consumerism sweeps the land.

I could expound on the decadence of Archie McPhee’s Yodelling Pickle. Or perhaps rail against the Encased Face Mask Funny Bearded Holiday Santa Costume for Adults — sold by the pack.

I could, but I won’t. Not much, anyway.

The Yodelling Pickle and Funny Bearded Santa Costume are real, by the way. I found them on Amazon.com this week.1

Christmas, Culture and Yodeling Pickles

'Deck the aisles with panicked shoppers....' 'The Brilliant Mind of Edison Lee.' (November 26, 2017)I’m no great fan of doomsayers, crepehangers and killjoys.

But I’ll grant that spending above and beyond the call of reason is a bad idea. And that yodeling pickles are far less important than, say, food and shelter.

On the other hand, I don’t think Archie McPhee’s Yodelling Pickle constitutes a threat to humanity; or even to American society. Not by itself. And that’s another topic.2

Let’s see, where was I?

Being an American, Macy’s big parade, yodeling pickles and and not panicking. Right.

My country’s Christmas season starts with a parade in New York City, and ends about a month later: somewhere between the day after Christmas and the following weekend.

I’m not thrilled when the lights go out. But complaining about my culture’s timetable makes about as much sense as fretting over the prevalence of Easter Bunnies.

Three “Aha!” Moments

Detail, the Madaba Map, Disdero's photo.
(From Disdero, via Wikimedia Commons, used w/o permission.)
(Part of the Madaba Map, showing the Jordan River near the Dead Sea.)

As a Catholic, my Christmas season starts December 25. We keep celebrating until the Feast of the Baptism of the Lord. That’s tomorrow.

I don’t remember anyone putting it this way, but tomorrow’s celebration marks the Christmas season’s third “aha!” moment. Recapping, briefly:

“Now there were shepherds in that region living in the fields and keeping the night watch over their flock.
“The angel of the Lord appeared to them and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were struck with great fear.
“The angel said to them, ‘Do not be afraid; for behold, I proclaim to you good news of great joy that will be for all the people.
For today in the city of David a savior has been born for you who is Messiah and Lord.
(Luke 2:811)

“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.’
(Matthew 2:12)

“It happened in those days that Jesus came from Nazareth of Galilee and was baptized in the Jordan by John.
“On coming up out of the water he saw the heavens being torn open and the Spirit, like a dove, descending upon him.
“And a voice came from the heavens, ‘You are my beloved Son; with you I am well pleased.’
(Mark 1:911)
[emphasis mine]

Matthew and Luke talk about our Lord’s baptism, too. (Matthew 3:1317; Luke 2:2122)

Epiphanies and Responses

James Tissot's 'Journey of the Magi.' (ca 1886-1894) via  Online Collection of Brooklyn Museum, Wikidata, used w/o permissionBefore 1955, we celebrated this Sunday’s feast last Sunday, as part of Epiphany: which means “aha!” — the sort of abrupt understanding that inspired Archimedes’ “eureka!” and that’s yet another topic.

At any rate, responses to those “aha” moments varied.

The shepherds followed the angel’s instructions, and paid their respects to their newborn Messiah and Lord.

Herod ordered a mass murder.

And John the Baptist balked. But then he followed instructions.

“John tried to prevent him, saying, ‘I need to be baptized by you, and yet you are coming to me?’
“Jesus said to him in reply, ‘Allow it now, for thus it is fitting for us to fulfill all righteousness.’ Then he allowed him.”
(Matthew 3:1415)

I can see John the Baptist’s point. He’d been ‘preparing the way of the Lord,’ and baptizing folks as they acknowledged their sins. (Matthew 3:6)

And here was the Lord: asking to be baptized. Small wonder John balked.3

Jesus of Nazareth and the Best News Ever

Our manger scene. (January 5, 2022)

Briefly reviewing who’s who —

St. John the Baptist was an itinerant preacher, a prophet and pretty much the opposite of America’s slick televangelists. In appearance and lifestyle, at any rate.

“John wore clothing made of camel’s hair and had a leather belt around his waist. His food was locusts and wild honey.”
(Matthew 3:4)

The crowd he attracted was, I gather, a mixed lot: from the era’s Boston Brahmin analogs on down. And that’s yet again another topic.4

“At that time Jerusalem, all Judea, and the whole region around the Jordan were going out to him
“and were being baptized by him in the Jordan River as they acknowledged their sins.”
(Matthew 3:56)

Jesus of Nazareth was an itinerant preacher, too; but our Lord is also — unique.

John’s Gospel sums it up nicely:

“In the beginning was the Word,
and the Word was with God,
and the Word was God.”
(John 1:1)

Jesus was and is, quite simply, God. The Son of God. Second Person in the Trinity. (Catechism of the Catholic Church, 232ff, 2422ff)

So how come Jesus needed to be baptized?

‘Fulfilling All Righteousness’

Clostridium's photo of the Strasbourg Cathedral rose window. (2008) from Wikimedia Commons, used w/o permissionBaptism is important. It’s one of the sacraments of Christian initiation, along with Confirmation and the Eucharist. It makes entering the kingdom of God an option for me. (Catechism, 1212ff)

Like I said, important. For me.

But why would Jesus be baptized?

He’s already the Second Person in the Trinity, so initiation isn’t an issue.

Basically, our Lord became one of us as part of a rescue mission. By his baptism, Jesus was identifying himself with sinners: starting his public ministry with a memorable and significant event. His baptism with water also prefigured his baptism by blood; and, as our Lord said, it was a good idea — so that he would “fulfill all righteousness.” (Matthew 3:15; Catechism, 512ff; esp. 528, 535-537)

Which Jesus did: by being executed. Then, a few days later, our Lord stopped being dead: something we’ll celebrate during Easter.5 Which is still another topic.

And the best news humanity’s ever had:


1 Christmastime in America:

2 Making sense and other options:

3 A feeling, a feast and something really important:

Jim Bakker, selling colloidal silver supplements as an alleged panacea. (screen capture from BBC News. (2020) used w/o permission)4 Who’s who, briefly:

5 Our liturgical year, background:

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Wind Chill Warning, and Our Furnace is Out

National Weather Service map, Friday morning, January 7, 2022. Used w/o permission.

National Weather Service current conditions at Sauk Centre Municipal Airport (KD39) (Lat: 45.71°N Lon: 94.93°W Elev: 1240ft) (January 7, 2022, 9:39 a.m. - not available)Friday morning.

The weather station at Sauk Centre’s municipal airport has been offline for a few days.

In places like, say, New York City or Seattle, I suspect this would be a “crisis.”

Around here, it’s January.

A bit more seriously, this household’s furnace stopped working overnight.

When I woke up this morning — that’s always a good thing — I noticed that someone had thrown an extra blanket over me, and that the room was cooler than usual.

The kitchen was chilly, too, and an electric space heater was valiantly glowing. My son confirmed my suspicion, that our furnace was offline.

I didn’t ask if someone had called repair services. Our equipment documentation binder was open to the furnace pocket. That question’s answer was obvious.

Later Friday Morning

Our back yard, Wednesday afternoon. (January 5, 2022)

The temperature at my desk was around 58° Fahrenheit. I gather that other rooms were a little cooler, maybe 55° or so. That’s the ground floor. I figure upstairs it would be significantly cooler.

Not bad, considering that someone first noticed the furnace issue around 1:00 a.m. — this old converted American Foursquare1 farmhouse retains heat rather well.

It’s now 10:35 a.m. and a service tech has been here. I don’t know what the problem was, but the furnace is working again and it’s now around 66° here at my desk. My wife moved a space heater to the north room, where I am, bless her.

Looks like I won’t be alternating between defrosting my fingers and writing today, after all.

The furnace isn’t exactly fixed. Seems that there’s a sticky valve that needs replacing.

The system is working, for the moment, and may continue doing so until a replacement part comes in. Which will, I trust, be in a few days.

On the other hand, our van’s steering went kaput yesterday and I haven’t heard when that’ll get taken care of.

More, and less, of the same:


1 It’s also called Prairie Box:

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Wind Chill Warning, Weather Advisory, Health and Me

National Weather Service map, Saturday afternoon, January 1, 2022. Used w/o permission.

Saturday afternoon, my wife told me that I was staying inside for the weekend.

She was right. A wind chill warning would be in effect until around midday Sunday.

I’ve been experiencing ‘nothing serious’ for a week or so now. Sunday obligation is important, but so is not making myself sicker than I already am.

Life and physical health are “precious gifts.” Taking care of both is a good idea. Within reason. Obsessing over either, not so much. (Catechism of the Catholic Church, 2288-2291)

National Weather Service map, Tuesday afternoon, January 1, 2022. Used w/o permission.

So I stayed inside until Monday, picked up meds for myself and a daughter, returned home and kept an eye on the weather.

This afternoon, sure enough: there’s a winter weather advisory in effect until the end of my Wednesday afternoon session at the Eucharistic adoration chapel.

I verified the weather report and made a phone call. It looks like I’ll be staying inside for at least another day.

I’m not happy about that, but figure that I’ll try seeing the situation as an opportunity to practice patience, get more writing done or — better yet — think about what I should be writing about.

I’d already had an opportunity to practice patience. Earlier today, I spent more than an hour dealing with a formatting detail on my ‘About Me’ pages that should have taken maybe ten minutes. Tops. And that’s almost another topic.

Now, the seemingly-inevitable links:

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Epiphany, the Magi and Me: The Big Aha!

James Tissot's 'Journey of the Magi.' (ca 1886-1894) via  Online Collection of Brooklyn Museum, Wikidata, used w/o permission
(From James Tissot, via Wikidata, used w/o permission.)
(James Tissot’s “Journey of the Magi.” (1890s))

“We Three Kings of Orient are,
Bearing gifts we traverse afar.
Field and fountain,
Moor and mountain,
Following yonder Star….”
(“We Three Kings,” John Henry Hopkins Jr. (1857))

As a child, “We Three Kings” was among my favorite Christmas songs. It still is.

The song’s gold, frankincense and myrrh are “Biblical,” in the sense that they’re mentioned in Matthew’s Gospel. So is the star.

As for the “Three Kings of Orient:” well, there were more than one of them, and Matthew says they were from the east. But he also called them magi.

John Henry Hopkins Jr. probably inferred their royal status from Isaiah and Psalms.

Their names — Gaspard, Melchior and Balthazar — aren’t in Matthew’s Gospel, either.1

Language, Names and Records

Radomir Vrbovsky's photo of Babylon's Ishtar gate, eighth gate of Babylon’s inner city: reconstruction using original bricks in the Pergamonmuseum, Berlin, Deutschland. (June 22, 2014) via Wikimedia Commons, used w/o permission.The earliest origin of “Gaspard” I’ve heard of is in a first century B.C. Septuagint, where it’s a Chaldean word: “Gizbar.” Seems that a gizbar is a treasurer. Or was.

The Chaldean language has been around for well upwards of two and a half millennia, and changed considerably along the way.

I gather that it’s related to Aramaic, sort of like English is related to German, and was a trade language in what we call the Neo-Babylonian Empire. Scholars figured that German, English and other Indo-European languages were also related. Maybe Indo-Semitic, too, but that’s been looking less likely lately.

We’ve known about language and languages since long before folks developed cuneiform and hanzi. But didn’t realize that families of languages exist until a few centuries back.

In 1585, Filippo Sassetti told a friend that he’d noticed similarities between Italian and Sanskrit.

In the 19th century, folks like Leopardi, Nietzsche and Schlegel noticed connections between languages like German, Iranian and other languages.

Philology as a blend of history and linguistics, with textual and literary criticism in the mix, was politicized in the 20th century and I’m drifting off-topic.

Back to names and the magi.

Melchior and Balthazar were mentioned in a Greek manuscript dating from 500 A.D. or thereabouts. Melchior’s name has been rendered as Melichior; and Balthazar’s also called Balthasar, Balthassar, and Bithisarea.

Gaspard/Gizbar’s name has morphed into Gaspar, Jaspar, Jaspas, Gathaspa and more.2

“…Tales That to Me Were So Dear….”

James Tissot's 'The Exhortation to the Apostles.' (ca. 1890) via Brooklyn Museum, Wikipedia, used w/o permission
(From James Tissot, via Wikipedia, used w/o permission.)

“Tell me the tales that to me were so dear,
Long, long ago, long, long ago….”
(“Long Long Ago!,” Thomas Haynes Bayly (1845) via Digital Commons, Connecticut College)

We’ve collected a mess of stories about the magi over the last couple millennia. Some are as well-documented as my homeland’s tales about John Henry’s hammer and Washington’s cherry tree.

Not very, in other words.

Others may be factually accurate by today’s Western standards, but based on now-untraceable records and oral traditions.

And some are either plausible speculations, like “Amahl and the Night Visitors” and “The Other Wise Man,” or magi-themed seasonal specials, like “A Cosmic Christmas.”

I could let that bother me, but I won’t. Instead, I’ll talk about what we do know about the magi; and why I think their trip to Bethlehem was a big deal.

Detail of 'The Apotheosis of Washington,' United States Capitol rotunda; Constantino Brumidi. (1865)Right after I explain why I think the magi, Herod and Jesus are real people and that the Bible really is Sacred Scripture.

Basically, I think that the Bible is not on the same level as, say, “A History of the Life and Death, Virtues and Exploits of General George Washington:” an 1800 exaltation of America’s first president, a literary analog to Constantino Brumidi’s “The Apotheosis of Washington.”

I think the Bible tells the story of God’s relationship with Sarah and Abraham’s descendants and, later, folks like me.

The Bible’s books include history, prophecy, poetry, and correspondence. But the Bible is not a science or history textbook, and it’s not a political manifesto.3

And I certainly don’t try believing that the Bible was written by an American literalist.

Or that stories like “A Cosmic Christmas” and “The Other Wise Man” must be true because I’ve enjoyed them, and that’s almost another topic.

Herod and the Magi

James Tissot's 'The Magi in the House of Herod.' (ca. 1890)
(From James Tissot, via Wikimedia Commons, used w/o permission.)

“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.'”
(Matthew 2:12)

There’s a lot to unpack here.

For one thing, this Herod isn’t the Herod who’s chiefly known for his role in our Lord’s trial and execution. The Matthew magi Herod is Herod the Great: who was great because of his high-end building programs, or not-so-great for pretty much the same reason.

At any rate, Herod the Great demonstrated — I’ll call it an abundance of caution — in dealing with threats, real or imagined.

Take his second wife, Mariamne, and her mother Alexandra, for example.

Josephus says that Mariamne stopped sleeping with Herod when she learned that he planned to kill her. So Herod accused Mariamne of adultery and put her on the death row waiting list.

Alexandra gave state’s evidence against her daughter, possibly because she was also slated for execution.

Then Alexandra said Herod was unfit to rule and that now she was in charge. So Herod had her executed without a trial.4

Yes, American politics could be worse, and that is another topic.

Bethlehem’s Dead Boys

Adam Elsheimer's 'The Flight to Egypt.' (1609)
(From Adam Elsheimer, via Wikimedia, used w/o permission.)

Anker Eli Petersen's 'The scream from Ramah' Faroe Islands postage stamp. (2001) via Wikimedia Commons, used w/o permission.Matthew’s Gospel says that Herod had his people look up where this “newborn king of the Jews” would be.

Then he passed the information along to the magi, and told them to let him know when they’d found the kid.

They didn’t. Instead, they left the country by another route.

Meanwhile, Joseph — acting on an urgent warning — pulled Mary and Jesus out of Bethlehem and headed for Egypt.

Herod realized he’d been double-crossed, at least from his viewpoint, and implemented his usual response to threats. He told his enforcers to kill every male child in Bethlehem who was under the age of two.

The incident is recorded in Matthew’s second chapter and nowhere else.

Which doesn’t surprise me. Over the course of his career, Herod had arranged for quite a few folks to stop living: important folks, including members of his family.

At that time, Bethlehem was a small town. One scholar said a reasonable body count, considering the population, would be around 15 or 20. That’s nowhere near the 144,000 toll imagined by some medieval writers.5

Even so, from the viewpoint of Bethlehem’s families, that’s a lot of dead boys.

But first century Judea was not 21st century America. The 24-hour news cycle hadn’t been invented yet, and political leaders enjoyed a certain degree of impunity.

Like I said, I’m not surprised that killing a dozen or so obscure kids in a Podunk town didn’t get recorded, apart from Matthew’s account.

Philistines, Naaman, the Magi and Me

Tissot's 'David Danced Before the Lord with All His Might.' (ca. 1896-1902)
(From James Tissot, via Wikimedia Commons, used w/o permission.)
(Tissot’s “David Danced….” (ca. 1896-1902))

I don’t know which of the many ‘magi’ stories come closer to the mark for identifying their homelands. What is certain is that they were foreigners, gentiles. Like me.

But they weren’t the first gentiles who realized that “I AM,” who had been dealing with Abraham and Sarah’s descendants, was — special.

Take the time, for example, when Israel’s elders decided that using the Ark of the Covenant as a good luck charm would be a good idea. It wasn’t.

An Ark Incident and an Army Commander

Sketch of a scene from the north wall of Ramesses III's temple at Medinet Habu.Philistines, a bunch of Sea Peoples who had moved into the area’s coastal plain, had already defeated Israel’s forces once.

Then, when Eli’s sons, Hophni and Phinehas, showed up with the Ark, Israel’s forces let loose a whoop and a holler.

Which scared the Philistines, inspiring them to fight even harder.

When the dust settled, Hophni, Phinehas and a whole bunch of others were dead and the Ark was in Philistine hands.

Eli and company were none too pleased, but neither were the Philistines.

They’d put the Ark in Ashdod’s temple of Dagon. Then the statue of Dagon fell down. Twice.

Then folks in Ashdod started experiencing health issues and asked if anyone would take the Ark off their hands. Gath’s decision-makers obliged, but passed the Ark along to Ekron when Gathians — Gathites?? — developed the same occasionally-lethal symptoms.

Long story short, the Philistines finally decided they’d had enough, and sent the Ark back to the Levites by way of Beth-shemesh.

Then there was Naaman, a Syrian army commander who was a leper. Which means he could have had anything from psoriasis to Hansen’s disease.

At any rate, Naaman’s condition cleared up after he finally followed Elisha’s instructions. Which impressed Naaman so much that he wanted to have two mule-loads of dirt, so that he could sacrifice to Elisha’s “I AM.” Exclusively.

Well, almost exclusively. Naaman apologetically explained that his official obligations included accompanying his master in a temple of Rimmon, and bowing with his master.

We lost track of the Ark a little over two and a half millennia back. It’s not so much lost, as secured.6 And that’s yet another topic.

“…Our Life is a Journey….”

sporki's photo, World Youth Day, Vatican. (2000)

I think the magi’s journey to Bethlehem is a big deal because I think Jesus matters.

And I rejoice that folks like Naaman, the magi and me can turn toward “the messianic light of the star of David, the one who will be king of the nations.” (Catechism of the Catholic Church, 528)

And can join “a great procession that continues throughout history.”

“…The destiny of every person is symbolized in this journey of the Magi of the East: our life is a journey, illuminated by the lights which brighten our way, to find the fullness of truth and love which we Christians recognize in Jesus, the Light of the World. Like the Magi, every person has two great ‘books’ which provide the signs to guide this pilgrimage: the book of creation and the book of sacred Scripture. What is important is that we be attentive, alert, and listen to God who speaks to us, who always speaks to us….”
(Solemnity of the Epiphany of the Lord, Pope Francis (January 6, 2014))

“The Epiphany is a feast of light. ‘Arise, shine; for your light has come, and the glory of the Lord has risen upon you’ (Is 60:1). … He who is the true light, and by whom we too are made to be light, has indeed come into the world. He gives us the power to become children of God (cf. Jn 1:9,12). The journey of the wise men from the East is, for the liturgy, just the beginning of a great procession that continues throughout history….”
(Solemnity of the Epiphany of the Lord, Pope Benedict XVI (January 6, 2012))

It’s the best news humanity’s ever had:


1 Meet the magi:

2 Names and languages:

3 Legends, literature and records:

4 Herod the maybe-Great:

5 Remembering Bethlehem’s boys:

6 Learning to take God seriously:

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