I saved Christmas Eve to feature a very special ornament and favorite hymn: “We three kings of Orient are. Bearing gifts we traverse afar. Field and fountain, moor and mountain, following yonder star.” Since the boys at church couldn’t carry a tune, they got to be shepherds in all the pageants, and my cousin, Reta, and friend, Linda, and I got to sing solos of the next three verses, carrying our respective gifts of gold, frankincense and myrrh to the Christ child. For many years, as the third wise man, I sang “Myrrh is mine: Its bitter perfume breathes a life of gathering gloom. Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying, sealed in the stone-cold tomb.” Such somber verse is explained by the last: “Glorious now behold Him arise, King and God and Sacrifice. Alleluia, alleluia! Sounds through the earth and skies.” The life experience and “The Quest of the Magi” have guided me to the perfect Light.
“Wise men still seek Jesus.”