Stars are ubiquitous this time of year. Even nonreligious
people embrace the star as symbolic of the holiday season. People who would
never display a crèche or a wear a cross will acknowledge the star as a
meaningful symbol.
We place stars atop “holiday trees” in Rockefeller Center and
our nation’s capital, and no one calls the ACLU to complain of crossing the
line between church and state. The star is a universal symbol for something
that transcends religions and cultures. We all agree on stars.
In this story the star guides the stargazers to Truth in the
form of a child. They bow before the Starchild and lay precious gifts at his
feet. The story reminds us that there is something older and greater than
ourselves. Even science confirms this.
We are ancient. The hydrogen in our bodies dates from the
moment of creation 14 billion years ago. All other elements in the universe are
the byproduct of stars that died in explosions called supernovae. We are
stardust, as Joni Mitchell sang in Woodstock
… or nuclear waste, depending on your point of view. I prefer stardust.
The Magi were led to a child who later proclaimed himself as
eternal. “Before Abraham was, I am,” he said. They see in this child the
Ancient One. In worship they return their gold to its source. In so doing they
return to their own source. The journey to Bethlehem is a spiritual pilgrimage.
Stars are our mothers. They are the matrices of our physical
existence. They also represent our spiritual source. We are children of the heavens.
We are born of the universe, and one day our bodies will return to the universe
to be recycled. Likewise the Life within us, which we call our soul, returns to
the Life that gave us birth.
Somehow we intuitively recognize the stars as our home. As
Sagan said, “Some part of our being knows this is where we came from. We long
to return, and we can because the cosmos is also within us. We’re made of star
stuff. We are a way for the cosmos to know itself.”
In this season of worship and awe, we bow before this
Reality. Anyone who has lain on their back in the summer and gazed into the
vastness of the Milky Way on clear night knows the depth of this reality. It
takes our breath away. The only proper response is awe. This is the heart of Christmas.
This is the Birth we celebrate.
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