Vast processions of the Blessed Sacrament with an altar server giving out incense and girls strewing rose petals before the monstrance carried by a priest
under a canopy held by four reverent men, weekly benediction with our heads bent low; «Truly this is the Son of God» we could say since we all lived this belief.
When the Magi offer him gold, which indicates a king, we are invited to lessen the tribute we offer to the power structures to which we belong and on which we depend; when they offer him frankincense, which indicates a priest, we are invited to tiptoe out from
under the delusions of our sacred
canopies, to be drawn into the jagged - edged sacrifice of presence that this Priest will carry out; and when they offer him myrrh, which indicates a prophet's death, the Magi invite our hearts to lighten as death loses its
hold over our drives and desires.