I have been brushing up on Hebrew this summer and in the process I uncovered some interesting correspondences between the messianic prophecies of Isaiah 11:2 and the divine emanations of the Kabbalistic tree of life. In essence, the prophet foretold that the Spirit of Chokmah, Binah, Da’at and Gevurah would be found in the Messiah.
The Spirit of the Lord will rest on him— the Spirit of wisdom (chokmah) and of understanding (binah), the Spirit of counsel and of might (gevurah), the Spirit of the knowledge (da’at) and fear of the Lord
Nor do the correspondances end there. In the New Testament apostle Paul prays that, through the Messiah, these attributes may be unleashed in ourselves: “For this reason, since the day we heard about you, we have not stopped praying for you. We continually ask God to fill you with the knowledge of his will through all the wisdom and understanding that the Spirit gives” (Colossians 1:9)
Take the wise men to the Emperor’s palace. Wash their hands in water. Get them to say something about truth. Does anyone know any good Jewish jokes? The one about a carpenter who thought he was a King? The one about the Saviour who couldn’t save himself? The shepherds should stand with the chorus. They have a big production number - ‘Barabbas, We Love You Baby’. Mary? She can move to the front. We have a special section reserved for family and close friends. Tell her that we had to cut the manger up. We needed the wood for something else. The star I’m afraid I can’t use. There are no stars in this show. The sky turns black with sorrow. The earth shakes with terror. Hold on to the frankincense. We’ll need that for the garden scene. Angels? He could do with some angels. Avenging angels. Merciful angels. He could really do with some angels. Baby Jesus. Step this way please. My! How you’ve grown!
Christmas is really for the children. Especially for children who like animals, stables, stars and babies wrapped in swaddling clothes. Then there are wise men, kings in fine robes, humble shepherds and a hint of rich perfume.
Easter is not really for the children unless accompanied by a cream filled egg. It has whips, blood, nails, a spear and allegations of body snatching. It involves politics, God and the sins of the world. It is not good for people of a nervous disposition. They would do better to think on rabbits, chickens and the first snowdrop of spring.
Or they’d do better to wait for a re-run of Christmas without asking too many questions about what Jesus did when he grew up or whether there’s any connection.