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Epiphany, Christmas Cake and the Book of Job

3 Jan 2017




As gold comes from the northern mountains, so a terrible beauty streams from God. Job 37:22 (EP)





In the context of a world that finds itself surrounded by violence, and potential for violence, how do we recognise wisdom?


On the 24th of December, I was given a Christmas cake from a close friend. I have never before received such a gift. Baking Christmas cakes goes back to at least the 16th century. There are various traditions. There is the boiled cake, or Plum porridge, to be eaten at the end of Advent on Christmas Eve after fasting, in order to line the stomach for Christmas Day. In another tradition, when Epiphany was considered a major feast, dried fruit and spices were added and the cake eaten twelve days after Christmas, Twelfth Night or the Epiphany. This Twelfth cake provided refreshments after a service, blessing the home conducted on this day. In England the various traditions seem to have cohered somewhat during the 19th century with a rich fruit cake, the type my mother baked without fail every year as I grew up, being made on what came to be known as, ‘Stir Up’ Sunday, the Sunday before Advent. This Christmas Eve I felt honoured to be presented with a small square parcel wrapped in silver foil and tied with one red and one green raffia ribbon. It bespoke of things not revealed, hidden in plain, silver packaging. Solid, smelling of dried fruit and spices.


Later, at Christmas Eve dinner with friends after celebrating the Christmas Pageant at St Peter’s, a different sort of Christmas Cake was brought onto the table, this time covered in the smoothest white icing, a winter snow land, with a Victorian Father Christmas, fat and red, cherried cheeks, wavy white beard, timeless framed face embedded with immortal sparkling eyes. He carried a large green sack lightly, as if his shoulders and back were made only for this. Peeping out of the sack were Christmas gifts, some wrapped in paper with coloured ribbon, some the toys themselves: a china doll with a small pale pink smile, a steam engine train, shiny green and red and black. Beside the floating Santa, on a white wall of icing in perfect cursive script, were the words: Merry Christmas. When the cake was cut the icing was an inch thick, no layer of marzipan, and inside was a dry, sawdust yellow mixture dotted with raisins and currants.


I was as much drawn toward the simplicity and plainness of my friend’s Christmas cake which, when opened the next day I discovered was covered in almonds and contained rich depths of dark fruit, as I felt repelled by the other outwardly glossy, beguiling Victorian perfection: a Christmas Cake in the sky.


The story of the birth of Jesus is told in the Gospels of Matthew and Luke. The magi appear only in Matthew. The Greek word ‘magoi’ is our root for ‘magic.’ But, the magi most likely would have been practitioners of alchemy and astrology, perhaps originally followers of Zoroastrianism from Persia but not monarchs. These holy men or scholars have come to be known as ‘wise men’. And here, in Matthew’s Gospel, the birth of Jesus and the visit by the magi are told in the context of a violent world. In their journey following the star to the birth place, Herod asks the magi to tell him when they have found the baby so he too can worship. But having been forewarned in a dream about Herod’s intention to kill the child, they don’t. The slaughter of every child two years and under, in and around Bethlehem, then happens. The birth of Jesus happens in a politically violent world. It is clear from the Gospel story that without the discernment of others, ‘wisdom in the inward parts’ Job 38:36, Jesus would have been slaughtered.


The gifts the magi brought to Jesus were not home baked or shop purchased Christmas cakes, of course. The three gifts at the St Peter’s Christmas pageant are the same ones brought out year after year. At once held and played with so lightly in the hands of our under-8 year olds, and then cradled so preciously during the play; gaudy, paint chipped imitations of those precious originals listed in Matthew. Gold, frankincense and myrrh: symbolic tokens of kingship, recognition of priestly status, and oil primarily used for embalming, pre-figuring death. Luckily there were not only three men, otherwise one gift would have to be left out. Or perhaps one would have carried two gifts, which would not have the same pleasing aesthetic symmetry. But were there actually three wise men, or five or seven? We don’t really know. Maybe some of them were women. As in all sacred texts we can ask questions, but mostly must sit in a place of expectant waiting. Sacred writing represents life; it is not life itself. Jesus was the incarnate Word of God, but the Gospels are symbolic representations of his life. There are questions we could ask about the meaning of the stable where Jesus was born. In Eugene Peterson’s translation of the Gospels (EP), there is no mention in Matthew of a ‘stable’, the translation being ‘house’ or ‘hostel’. The dwelling is certainly understood to be modest. He does translate the Greek word as ‘manger,’ that place baby Jesus laid down to sleep. This is the trough the animals eat from. The setting was probably in an annexe beside the house, or the downstairs area. The dwelling was clean, morally upright, but low on the social scale. Being laid in a manger prefigures the Last Supper. Already, the Word of God is shown as food for life.


In TS Eliot’s poem 'Journey of the Magi', the poet-magi found ‘the place…. (you might say) satisfactory.’ On a school report generally A means Excellent. B means Very Good. C is Good. D is Satisfactory. D is one grade up from E which is Fail. So, were the magi led to a place that rates D? In a modern travel guide this place probably wouldn’t even make an entry. But as generations of Christians have been taught (alongside varying degrees of psychological manipulation with regards to comparisons to our own status) this is the very point of the story: our King was born in a dwelling that was ‘satisfactory.’ The magi were called to worship this child, born in this substandard place. Not called to a large marbled residence in Templestowe or a mansion in Toorak, but a granny flat adjunct to an un-renovated 1940s house in Sunshine. A safe and clean, quiet shelter. Satisfactory. And gloriously streaming God’s beauty.


How came the magi to trust the sign of the star so much that they were prepared to follow it anywhere? What if it had led them to a child of Herod’s? We see the story backwards in time - how might they have felt living it? They were described as wise before they arrived, but what sense did it make for them? Did they pass places in Bethlehem they would much have preferred to honour their new born King in? They could foresee that he may have a tragic ending, but couldn’t he at the very least have a glorious place of birth? Wasn’t it a bit humiliating? They were canny enough not to tell Herod. But did they feel betrayed in their ideals when they arrived at this unexpected dwelling? What was there to be so wise about any of this? Despite the outward gestures of reverence surely this unexpected destination would have cast a pall over their hearts.


The magi must have understood at the outset that they were undertaking a risk. In Eliot’s poem, we are told that despite the ‘cold coming’ the poet-magi would ‘do it again.’ They were a part of a story that from its very beginning turned everything upside down. Their old way of life and understanding of it was changing. Later, says Eliot, the magi was no longer at ‘ease…in the old dispensation.’ Caspar, Melchior, Balthasar journeyed not in order to worship someone who would support empires or a hetero-normative middle class stability. Their gifts were not just material, but the believed-in essence of some new beginning. They were prepared to hang their credibility on this and divest themselves of their power. What capacity, or alternatively lack of worldly wisdom on earth possessed them?


Job litters his devastated life with unending questions. The brutal violence that has visited impels him to seek wisdom. All his possessions and family gone, fellow counsellors can’t reach that black pit of desolation inside himself. Finally, in attempting to look point blank at this suffering he asks:

So where does Wisdom come from?

And where does Insight live? Job 28:20 (EP)