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     When they [the Magi] saw the star, they rejoiced exceedingly with great joy. And going into the house they saw the child with Mary his mother, and they fell down and worshiped him. Then, opening their treasures, they presented him gifts, gold and frankincense and myrrh. Matt. 2:10-11

     My purpose is that they may be encouraged in heart and united in love, so that they may have the full riches of complete understanding, in order that they may know the mystery of God, namely, Christ, in whom are hidden all the treasures of wisdom and knowledge. Col. 2:2-3

Dear Lord Jesus, whether they were kings, magicians, or astrologers and whether there were two, three, or seventeen of them, it makes no difference. The Magi were wise men, and they show us the way of true wisdom because they lead us to you—Wisdom incarnate, the treasury of all wisdom and knowledge.

Indeed, Lord Jesus, you have become wisdom from God for us—“our righteousness and sanctification and redemption” (1 Cor. 1:30). How we praise, bless and adore you for such unparalleled condescension, measureless generosity, and liberating provision. From cradle to cross, resurrection to return, wedding feast to eternal bliss, you are alone worthy of everything we have and are.

In fact, you’re the real seeker in the story of the Magi. Promises of your coming, an irrepressible calling, a providential star, a Spirit-generated joy—how we praise you for drawing men and women to yourself from every period of history, every family of humanity, and every segment of society. Come Herod or high water, those you’ve come to save will come to you, Lord Jesus.

May the gospel continue to do its work in our hearts that we might bow quicker, lower, and with more joy than ever before you—our majestic King and merciful Lord. Open the eyes of our hearts a bit wider to behold the great hope to which you’ve called us in the gospel.

Deepen our adoration of you, Jesus, and loosen our grip on our so-called treasures. What do we have that you have not given us—whether it’s gold, frankincense or myrrh, or a warm bed, gas in the tank or daily bread? Continue to free us for a life of caring and generosity. So very Amen we pray, in your most wise and worthy name.

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Scotty Smith is the founding pastor of Christ Community Church in Franklin, Tennessee. You can follow him on Twitter.

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