Look, they are following the light to salvation. And as they bring their gifts, these Gentiles find they have been given the greatest gift of all.

God told him he would see the Messiah. Which young boy would it be? But when the young family walked in there was no doubt: He is here.

It was supposed to be the best. God was coming into the world. Jimmy Stewart was the lead. But it was all a mess from accusations of cheating to script rewrites. The whole thing looks unimportant. But it becomes one of the most beloved stories of all time.

King Solomon had it all. Incredible wisdom, amazing riches, and he was even tall. Even queens from far off lands came to check on all his plans. But it all fell apart, like the Grinch stole his heart. And here we sit as if for a waiter, contemplating if there really is someone greater.

The Gospel writer Matthew is starting small and common, the son of Abraham. But he quickly expands who is invited to the table to the poor, the tax collectors, and even those terrible Gentiles. It kinda reminds me of the Griswald’s Christmas.

Why do we love Christmas so much? I think it is because there is still a strong connection through the heart of the holiday with the heart of God’s Kingdom. But perhaps only the blind can see the connection.