I read Matthew 2 as I blog through the Bible, and realize how much sheer misery and hassle and stress Joseph and Mary and Jesus had to endure for no sin or mistake of their own—but purely because of their destiny, purely because of other people’s jealousy.
Herod was “disturbed” when the Magi said “Where is the one who has been born King of the Jews? We have seen his star in the east.”
No excitement about the one chosen to be King by a higher power, the one whose birth had such cosmic significance that a new star appeared in the heavens.
Instead, he views Jesus as a threat to be eliminated. All he cared about was the security of his own position. He did not hesitate to murder to safeguard it (as people may not hesitate to “backstab” anyone they perceive as a threat).
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And so Joseph, Mary and Jesus go to Egypt, though they have done nothing wrong, leaving behind their familiar language, religion, friends, family, food, customers–purely to escape Herod’s murderous, neurotic wrath.
Have you ever had a major change forced on you because someone was jealous of your gifts? Threatened by you? I have!
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And the death of Herod does not mean instant safety either. They return to Israel when they hear the blessed words, “Those who were trying to take the child’s life are dead.”
But Judea is still not safe. Herod’s son was in charge.
And so, with absolute certainty of the destiny of their toddler, they relocate to an obscure town in Galilee, Nazareth and bring him up there.
Exactly as foretold by the Prophet Isaiah.
All these tangential detours, this apparent wasted effort, this obscurity, this ruination of a nice career arc for Joseph, the upheaval for Mary and the toddler Jesus, all this was exactly in God’s plan.
We do not know.
We many never know.
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Once we have reached a certain age, we can look back at our lives, and say, “Oh okay, this worked out okay, because it led to this.” “Thank goodness that happened, it closed that door, and opened this.” “That worked out for good, because…”
And other things… Why did Milton– who was desperate to do just one thing: read and write–go blind? Why did my friend Chrissie’s husband wake up one morning and decide “he didn’t want to be a Christian, and didn’t want to be married?” Why did my mother lose her first-born son?
Why does God permit us to be blocked and thwarted through other people’s envy, fears and insecurities? Perhaps an answer is that these blocks channel the force of the stream of our energy and talent into productive directions. Perhaps the stream goes underground and comes out stronger.
Or perhaps, and this is the truest answer, we just don’t know.
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Heck, we are just characters in the story of our lives. We don’t get to control where we were born, or our parents, or their wealth, or social class, or our early education. We don’t get to control our IQ, our looks, our strength, our talents, or our disabilities.
We are but characters in a play someone one is writing and directing, and it is our job to play our part as beautifully as possible, and when it is left to us, to improvise. And since much of the story of our lives, many chapters, are left blank for us to fill in as we please–to improvise as beautifully as possible.
But someone else has written the play, someone else is directing it, and when the plot seems utterly senseless—we relax in the fact that we have had a sneak peek at the last chapter. It will all end in celebration, in exultation, in a feast and endless rejoicing.
And so, when we do not understand the plot twists, we rest content in the brilliance of the author, the auteur, directing the story of our lives.
(And despite all Herod’s machination, he just gets a chapter or so in Jesus’s story. Jesus: He dominates history!)
Blog Through the Bible Project. Matthew 2.