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Solemnity of the Epiphany of the Lord 2017

Pope Francis's Homily at Holy Mass     
St Peter's Basilica, Friday 6 January 2017 - in ArabicEnglish, French, German, Italian, Portuguese & Spanish

““Where is the child who has been born king of the Jews? For we have observed his star in the East, and have come to worship him” (Mt 2, 2).

With these words, the Magi, come from afar, tell us the reason for their long journey: they came to worship the newborn King. To see and to worship. These two actions stand out in the Gospel account. We saw a star and we want to adore.

These men saw a star that made them set out. The discovery of something unusual in the heavens sparked a whole series of events. The star did not shine just for them, nor did they have special DNA to be able to see it. As one of the Church Fathers rightly noted, the Magi did not set out because they had seen the star, but they saw the star because they had already set out” (cf. Saint John Chrysostom). Their hearts were open to the horizon and they could see what the heavens were showing them, for they were guided by an inner restlessness. They were open to a novelty.

The Magi, in this way, express the portrait of man believing, of man who has a nostalgia for God; of those who feel the lack of their own home, their heavenly homeland. They reflect the image of all those who in their lives have not let their hearts be anesthetized.

A holy nostalgia for God wells up in the heart of the believer because he knows that the Gospel is not an event of the past but of the present. A holy nostalgia for God helps us to keep our eyes open in front of all the attempts to reduce and impoverish life. A holy nostalgia for God is believing memory which rebels before all the prophets of doom. This nostalgia is that which keeps hope alive in the believing community that, week by week, implores saying: “Come, Lord Jesus”.

It was this same nostalgia that led the elderly Simeon to go up every day to the Temple, knowing with certainty that his life would not end before he had held the Saviour in his arms. It was this nostalgia that led the prodigal son to abandon his self-destructive lifestyle and to seek the arms of his father. It was this nostalgia that the shepherd felt in his heart when he left the 99 sheep in order to seek out the one that was lost, and was also that which Mary Magdalene experienced on that Sunday morning when she ran to the tomb and met her risen Master. Nostalgia for God draws us out of our iron-clad isolation, which makes us think that nothing can change. Nostalgia for God shatters our dreary routines and impels us to make the changes we want and need. Nostalgia for God has its roots in the past yet does not remain there: it reaches out to the future. The "nostalgic" believer, driven by his faith, goes in search of God, as the Magi did, in the most distant corners of history, because he knows in his heart that there the Lord is waiting for him. He goes to the peripheries, to the frontiers, to places not yet evangelized, so as to encounter his Lord; and he does not do this with an attitude of superiority, he does it as a beggar who cannot ignore the eyes of the one for whom the Good News is still a land to be explored.

An entirely different attitude reigned in the palace of Herod, a short distance from Bethlehem, where no one realized what was taking place. As the Magi made their way, Jerusalem slept. It slept in collusion with a Herod who, rather than seeking, also slept. He slept, anesthetized by a cauterized conscience. He was bewildered, afraid. It is the bewilderment which, when faced with the newness that revolutionizes history, closes in on itself and its own achievements, its knowledge, its successes. The bewilderment of one who sits atop his wealth yet cannot see beyond it. The bewilderment lodged in the hearts of those who want to control everything and everyone. The bewilderment of those immersed in the culture of winning at any cost, in that culture where there is only room for “winners”, whatever the price. A bewilderment born of fear and foreboding before anything that challenges us, calls into question our certainties and our truths, our ways of clinging to the world and this life. And so Herod was afraid, and that fear led him to seek security in crime: “You kill the little ones in their bodies, because fear is killing you in your heart” (Saint Quodvultdeus, Sermon 2 on the Creed: PL 40, 655). You kill the little ones in their bodies, because fear is killing you in your heart.

We want to adore. Those men came from the East to worship, and they came to do so in the place befitting a king: a palace. This is significant. Their quest led them there, for it was fitting that a king should be born in a palace, amid a court and all his subjects. For that is a sign of power, success, a life of achievement. One might well expect a king to be venerated, feared and adulated. True, but not necessarily loved. For those are worldly categories, the paltry idols to which we pay homage: the cult of power, outward appearances and superiority. Idols that promise only sorrow, enslavement, fear.

It was there, in that place, that those men, come from afar, would embark upon their longest journey. There they set out boldly on a more arduous and complicated journey. They had to discover that what they sought was not in a palace, but elsewhere, both existentially and geographically. There, in the palace, they did not see the star guiding them to discover a God who wants to be loved. For only under the banner of freedom, not tyranny, is it possible to realize that the gaze of this unknown but desired king does not abase, enslave, or imprison us. To realize that the gaze of God lifts up, forgives and heals. To realize that God wanted to be born where we least expected, or perhaps desired, in a place where we so often refuse him. To realize that in God’s eyes there is always room for those who are wounded, weary, mistreated, abandoned. That his strength and his power are called mercy. For some of us, how far Jerusalem is from Bethlehem!

Herod is unable to worship because he could not or would not change his own way of looking at things. He did not want to stop worshiping himself, believing that everything revolved around him. He was unable to worship, because his aim was to make others worship him. Nor could the priests worship, because although they had great knowledge, and knew the prophecies, they were not ready to make the journey or to change their ways.

The Magi felt nostalgia, they no longer wanted the usual things. They were used to, accustomed to and tired of the Herods of their time. But there, in Bethlehem, was a promise of newness, a promise of gratuitousness. There something new was taking place. The Magi were able to adore because they had the courage to set out and kneeling before the small one, kneeling before the poor one, kneeling before the  defenseless one, kneeling before the unfamiliar and unknown Babe of Bethlehem, they discovered the Glory of God."