Sunday, January 8, 2012

The Road Less Traveled

There is much we can learn from the magi who set out on a journey from a far off land in search of a King about whom they had heard prophesied. There is also much, perhaps, we see of them in ourselves. We too are on a journey from a far off land. We too seek our Divine King, and we, like the magi, come bearing gifts. Our gifts are the gifts born of our faith in the One whom we seek. We bring Him our love, our praise and our gratitude.
In a dream these three wise men were warned not to return to Herod so they took another road home. To me, Herod has always been a symbol of the world, of earthly power. Each of us who follow and practice our faith have been given the same warning~do not return to the things of this world. We have been shown another road home. We do not follow the Star of Bethlehem, but the One to whom it led. Christ's light shines on the road that will lead us to Him.
The magi found Jesus at His birth. We find Him too when we come before Him in the Blessed Sacrament and at every Mass. We find Him in those who follow Him as well.
In an essay by Heather King in this month's Magnificat, she quotes the 13th Century mystic, Meister Eckhart: "God is at home; we are in the far country."
So let us continue the journey on the road less traveled~it will lead us home to where God awaits us.


Esther G. said...

Karinann, so true about learning from the Magi! Good post.

BTW, Heather King's essay was very good, wasn't it! I hope you and your family had a blessed Feast of the Epiphany.

theholyfaceofjesus said...

Hi Karin,

I chose your beautiful blog for a Liebster award...check it out at my blog when you have a chance, and then choose five blogs you like, to pass it onto...if you wish to do so.


Closing Prayer

Psalm 45: Canticle of Love to the King

My heart overflows with a good theme;
I address my verses to the King;
My tongue is the pen of a ready writer.
You are fairer than the sons of men;
Grace is poured upon Your lips;
Therefore God has blessed You forever.

Gird Your sword on Your thigh, O Mighty One,
In Your splendor and Your majesty!
And in Your majesty ride on victoriously,
For the cause of truth and meekness and righteousness;
Let Your right hand teach You awesome things.
Your arrows are sharp;
The peoples fall under You;
Your arrows are in the heart of the King’s enemies.

Your throne, O God, is forever and ever;
A scepter of uprightness is the scepter of Your kingdom.
You have loved righteousness and hated wickedness;
Therefore God, Your God, has anointed You
With the oil of joy above Your fellows.
All Your garments are fragrant with myrrh and aloes and cassia;
Out of ivory palaces stringed instruments have made You glad.
Kings’ daughters are among Your noble ladies;
At Your right hand stands the queen in gold from Ophir.