3 When King Herod heard this he was disturbed, and all Jerusalem with him. 4 When he had called together all the people’s chief priests and teachers of the law, he asked them where the Messiah was to be born. 5 “In Bethlehem in Judea,” they replied, “for this is what the prophet has written:
6 “‘But you, Bethlehem, in the land of Judah,
are by no means least among the rulers of Judah;
for out of you will come a ruler
who will shepherd my people Israel.’[b]”
I looked up King Herod on wiki. Seemed there were a few. I think I’ve got the right chap – as in, the one who was King when Mary was pregnant with Jesus – it was good old “Herod the Great.” Well, he killed his first wife, murdered two of his sons, and his second wife was both his niece and his brother-in-laws ex. I think that’s where the similarities between King Herod and I both begin and end – I’d be reluctant to decapitate someone, too. Upon hearing that baby Jesus was the fulfilment of prophecies and to be crowned “King of the Jews”, he lost it. He felt threatened. His place of power and control was challenged. King Herod was deeply disturbed. Other translations describe him as: Troubled. Agitated. Worried. Alarmed. Very upset. Frightened. Terribly shaken. Stirred. Perturbed.
Then I thought about things. This is what the name of Jesus does to His enemies. It sends them into a ridiculous meltdown! If you are a child of God, you are covered with the blood of Christ. You are a Christian. A “little Christ”, if you like. So, likewise, the name of Jesus does this to YOUR enemies. They get proper rattled. Even if you lost your life, you would gain Heaven. A win-win situation. I need to grasp that for myself. I have several fears in my life. Some of them affect my day-to-day living. Each morning is a new day. Tomorrow I might just name them Herod and give them the Baby Jesus treatment, and send them rattling away back to where they came. I do have the Saviour of the World living in me, after all.