Now when Jesus was born in Bethlehem of Judæa in the days of Herod the king, behold, there came wise men from the east to Jerusalem,
2 Saying, Where is he that is born King of the Jews? for we have seen his star in the east, and are come to worship him.
3 When Herod the king had heard these things, he was troubled, and all Jerusalem with him.
4 And when he had gathered all the chief priests and scribes of the people together, he demanded of them where Christ should be born.
5 And they said unto him, In Bethlehem of Judæa: for thus it is written by the prophet,
6 And thou Bethlehem, in the land of Juda, art not the least among the princes of Juda: for out of thee shall come a Governor, that shall rule my people Israel.
If Jesus had come, as these wise men, riding on a camel, bearing gold, frankincense, and myrrh, with a crown on his head, he undoubtedly would have been accepted—king of the Jews. His coming had been long awaited, but they could not accept one, born so humbly and lowly in a stable.
He came born away from home, in obscurity.
He preached—the clearest, most simple, teacher of profound truth that ever came among men.
He called followers about him, even apostles.
He suffered—betrayed, denied, and deserted.
He died—a horrible death upon a cross.
He was resurrected—after three days in a tomb. He lives. He will return again. (William J Critchlow, October 1959)