Maybe it is the most famous story ever told. Wise men came from the east to see Jesus. We don’t know their names, how many there were, or exactly where they started. But we do know why they came. The magi were not kings, but wise men—learned scholars who watched the stars. When a new star appeared, brighter than the rest, they followed its trail. Not for a weekend trip, but for a journey that may have taken months, perhaps over a year.
By the time they reached Bethlehem, Jesus was no longer in a manger. Matthew 2:11 tells us they entered a house. Most scholars believe He was likely a toddler, maybe close to two years old. And yet, they bowed before Him. Grown men kneeling before a child. Why? Because they recognized what many did not—this child was a King.
They brought gifts: gold, frankincense, and myrrh. Strange presents for a baby. But each one told a story. Gold, for royalty—He is the King of kings. Frankincense, used in worship—He is divine. Myrrh, a spice for burial—He came to die. Even in their offering, the gospel was being whispered.
Their journey speaks to us. They didn’t come for what Jesus could do. They came for who He was. They weren’t driven by duty, but by awe.
Sometimes the longest journeys lead to the greatest discoveries. Read Matthew 2 and you’ll see it. Wise men still seek Him. And when they find Him, they still kneel.
I’m Lonnie Davis, and these are thoughts worth thinking.