The Magi and Death Before Birth – Truth and Charity Forum

I do not think that popular sentiment has come anywhere near close to granting those extraordinary travelers, the Magi, the honor they truly deserve. These “watchers of the sky” must have been divinely inspired, in addition to being intellectually gifted, to have enough faith to leave the comforts of their homeland and embark on what must have been an extremely arduous journey.

The Magi were guided by a star, not a map. They were responding to a belief, not a specific invitation. They were willing to disrupt their lives to venture into the unknown without any assurance that their journey would take them to their destination.

The Magi are prominently featured on Christmas cards. They happily travel three in number, guided by a star, bringing gifts for the newborn babe. It all seems so beautifully scripted. They are easy to take for granted, appearing to be an inevitable part of the Christmas picture. T. S. Eliot, in his poem, Journey of the Magi, however, describes their pilgrimage in most unsentimental terms:

And the night-fires going out, and the lack of shelter,

And the cities hostile and the towns unfriendly

And the villages dirty and charging high prices:

A hard time we had of it.

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RORATE CÆLI: This is the sign of the Church always, the Sign of Blood

This is the sign of the Church always, the Sign of Blood

Seven years were my people without my presence;

Seven years of misery and pain.

Seven years a mendicant on foreign charity I lingered abroad:

Seven years is no brevity.

I shall not get those seven years back again.

Never again, you must make no doubt,

Shall the sea run between the shepherd and his fold.

It is not I who insult the King,

And there is higher than I or the King.

It is not I, Becket from Cheapside,

It is not against me, Becket, that you strive.

It is not Becket who pronounces doom,

But the Law of Christ‘s Church, the judgement of Rome.

I am here.

No traitor to the King.

I am a priest,

A Christian, saved by the blood of Christ,

Ready to suffer with my blood.

This is the sign of the Church always,

The sign of blood.

Blood for blood.

His blood given to buy my life,

My blood given to pay for His death.

My death for His death.

For my Lord I am now ready to die,

That His Church may have peace and liberty.


T. S. Eliot

Murder in the Cathedral


Our yearly post in honor of Saint Thomas Becket.

Christmastide recess

Posted by New Catholic at 12/29/2012 02:00:00 AM

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