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A legend about the Magi (or Wise Men)

There is an ancient legend that tells how the Magi for a time lost sight of the star. They had started out with high resolve, holy purpose, and hopeful expectation.

Together, they rode for mile upon mile, excitedly, hopefully, eagerly awaiting the conclusion of their quest.

At first, as is the case with many journeys, conversation was light hearted and somewhat trivial.

Then it became more profound, more philosophical, more concentrated on the enormity of the implications of their vision.

Riding over the desert sands they began to speculate on what would happen when they arrived. Obviously, being men of considerable prominence, they began to take pride in the fact that they would be the first to discover and recognize the new king.
Soon, however, they began to quarrel among themselves. Who would present the first gift? Who would do the speaking? Whose gift had the most worth, would be the most useful, or symbolized the most devotion?

Without meaning to, and yet because they were only human, they became estranged from one another. So many petty thoughts filled their minds that they began to fight among themselves. The night of the first quarrel, the star was gone!

For a time they wandered aimlessly, arguing frequently, despairing alternately. The star had disappeared. So had their hope and enthusiasm. The noble adventure seemed doomed. They became lost and wandering nomads, far from home, with their journey uncompleted, their treasure unshared, their quest unfulfilled.

Then one night, these lost wanderers stumbled on an oasis in the wilderness. Other travellers had already arrived and were gathered about a shallow well that had gone dry. The first arrivals had already used up the little water that was to be found at the bottom of the well, and were now waiting for either help or death.

Then it was that the Magi, with no arguing, but in genuine humanitarianism, brought out their water bags and emptied them into the well that the others might drink.
Suddenly, the bleak camp of despair became a place of hope, hospitality, and happiness.

But the most miraculous thing of all was that, while together, they emptied their water bags into the well, looking down into the water, they saw the reflection of the star.

Once again they found their way. The star they lost in self-seeking, they found again in humility. That which had become obscured by petty pride became obvious again in sacrificial sharing.

A lesson for us all as we enter this New Year?  A true epiphany for us as we journey into 2016?

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Lost in the desert (a joke by Mohammed Zeyara)


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Different Roads

Different Roads

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January 15, 2013 · 11:58

Round and round the rugged roads the ragged rascal ran

The Meenister’s Log

When on leave from Trinidad, I did some deputation work for what was then known as the Church of Scotland “Overseas Council”

Part of my duties was talking to various church groups and especially the Woman’s Guild ( as it was known, before the “Woman’s” part of the title was dropped.)

I was once invited to speak to a particular group in a town 12 miles south-east of Glasgow.

There’s  a city of the same name in Ontario – but I’m not going to give its name, unless there are still some a the good ladies of the Guild stll around in Hamilton (oops!)

I don’t know if you’ve been there, but in the very early eighties, it was a maze of one way streets.

I had left reasonably early from my Furlough House in Edinburgh – as the Secretary of The Guild had kindly invited me for a quick bite to eat before the meeting.

So I got there – during rush-hour – and got totally lost in the one way traffic system.  Round and round and round I went.

In those far-off days there was no sat-nav; in that ancient past, no mobile phones.

And it went on and on and on – one way here; other there – for a very very long time.

I managed at last to find a public phone-box and got hold of the lady in question who lived, as it happened, miles away.

She kindly sent her husband to find me and guide me to their home, where, sadly, there was only time for a cup of tea (still most welcome, after several hours on the road)

We got to the church-hall….. and it was locked (they were expecting me the following week!) So no meeting

So I trudged back through the labyrinthine streets of Hamilton, seeking some exit onto the motorway…. but before stopping for a pint,  got lost again!  

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