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And the ox and the ass found in many a nativity scene painting are not mentioned in the biblical account of Jesus' nativity. It can come as a shock. One checks the Gospels carefully, and indeed no ox nor ass appears. But the medieval painters did not just invent them. They were familiar with the verse in Isaiah: "The ox knoweth his owner and the ass his master's crib." The painters wanted to show the belief of Christians that Jesus Christ, even as a baby in the crib, was the owner, master and indeed creator of men and beasts.
In fact, it might be of interest to you, that the actual birthday of Jesus, only began to be celebrated as a separate feast on December 25 three centuries after the birth of Jesus by Latin-speaking Christians in north Africa. The place of story in the Judeo Christian world is absolute. From these faiths, writers and artists through the ages have all had insights into and experiences of insight they felt compelled to express… emotion filled or intellectual. When it happened, artists not only expressed themselves, they still offer the opportunity for us to reflect on our own lives through their work. Art offers a conversation that feeds the heart as well as the mind. When you read the story of the Magi, don’t all kinds of honest questions come into your mind? How did they know? Why were they willing to confront all the dangers that were part of the travel of such a long, long way? Did meeting Jesus, Mary and Joseph change their lives in any special way? Isn’t it interesting to see all the different responses to this story by different artists, writers and composers?
The response to the Nativity story is not only visual. The composer, Handel, it is said, wrote the “Hallelujah Chorus” from the Messiah in such a very short time, it was obvious that something touched him in such a way that all his exuberance could be put into his work in this magnificent way. We need to do more than just listen to a familiar text. Don't we need to teach our members to look for the grace that can be found in the Bible stories? That some passages may strike them powerfully, others may cause great puzzlement, still others may not be appealing. Nevertheless each has the potential to open them up to a great encounter with God. Offer them more than any literal translation can……..
Ask the members of your church to close their eyes and visualize the scene of the wise men, use any of the scenes depicted by some of our great artists, if you wish. Describe the night of your imagination……the bright star……Mary and Joseph’s look of surprise……the knowing acknowledgement of the Christ child by the magi…..the utter joy they were experiencing…….. Help them to build their own landscape. And then ask your congregation to place themselves into that scene. They, too, can kneel before Christ and give him their gifts. Ask them to imagine their thoughts as they see Jesus for the first time. Ask them to decide on what gift they would give to him. Today’s Bible reading becomes an opportunity of grace to meet the Christ child….. 

Why was the story of the wise men altered by artists, writers and composers?
Of course, our imagination is filled by the images that artists have provided. They told the stories with deep, symbolic meanings:
Let the story come alive for them. Offer a moment of silence.
Edward Hays wrote this Psalm of Longing:
My spirit hungers for your love,
O Divine Maker of hearts
For the taste of your joy
And the aroma of your peace.
May this time of prayer
Fill me with the whisper of your presence
And let me feel the touch
Of your hand upon my heart.
How I long for the depths of your love,
To know your quiet constancy,
The feast of your friendship
That feeds me without end.
Oh, how my soul longs for you.
You elude all names we give you
And dwell beyond the grasp of billiant minds.
Your essence pulses within every atom
Yet extends beyond the far frontiers of space,
Unscanned by the strongest telescopes.
Awaken me to your presence,
Now, this moment, in my heart.