I Think It Still Matters – A Reflection On Matthew 2:13-18

Massacre of the Innocents by Léon Cogniet - Museum of Fine Arts of Rennes, Public Domain, Wikimedia Commons https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=9549237

Feast of the Holy Innocents – Matthew 2:13-18

When Herod saw that he had been tricked by the wise men, he was infuriated, and he sent and killed all the children in and around Bethlehem who were two years old or under, according to the time that he had learned from the wise men. (Matthew 2:16)

Massacre of the Innocents by Léon Cogniet – Museum of Fine Arts of Rennes, Public Domain, Wikimedia Commons

One woman runs for the lives of her children, one under each arm. A man with a sword steps over  a young body, an innocent body, chasing her. How long until she tires and slows? Dare she look back and risking stumbling, falling? It’s not safe to be weak, vulnerable, powerless. It never has been. 

She is looking for a hiding place, a refuge, somewhere to go; and who can blame her? Which one of us would not do the same for our child, our loved one? Her knock is looking for a door, and what if it’s our door? What then will we do?

One woman hides with her baby in a corner. Her hand covers her child’s mouth – no crying can he make. It’s not safe to be weak, vulnerable, powerless. It never has been. 

She is looking at me. And she doesn’t look away. I wish I could unsee this scene and all the others like it. Her eyes haunt me.

I wish I could be unseen but I’m not. Her eyes won’t let me go. Even her baby is looking at me. They wait and look at me as if they are both afraid of and wanting something from me. But what can I do? I didn’t cause the violence. I don’t support it. It’s not what I want. 

“How long O Lord?” When will it end? Will it ever end? 

When I look at this painting I think of an e-mail I received just before Christmas. The subject line said, “Death by 1,000 cuts.” The sender wrote:

Does anything matter anymore? A review of the world and the changes in climate make things dire but when you watch the news no one seems to care or be aware that the planet is dying before our eyes. Will there be a second coming? I doubt it. Is there an after life? I doubt that too. Does it matter? No it doesn’t. 

I’ve asked myself those same questions. Life is uncertain and risky. It feels so overwhelming. But it’s not just climate change. It’s domestic violence, our so called “just wars,” poverty, injustice, hunger, the death of innocence and innocents. Herod comes in all sorts of guises.

I still think it matters, but I cannot depend on others to give me meaning or make it matter. That’s mine to do even if I do it only in my life. I don’t know if Jesus, the man who lived 2000 years ago, will come again either in the flesh or great glory, but maybe it’s my work to be his second coming. Maybe his second coming, if it is to happen, must take place in my life by my words, my actions, my thoughts. I don’t know if there is an after life. I hope there is, but I know this: I am after life – as in chasing, desiring, wanting it – for myself and others. That this day is framed by death does not diminish or negate this day or this moment – it intensifies it and heightens its value.

Look in her eyes and answer this: Does anything matter? Does she matter? Her child? 


  1. So thought provoking .I am a grandmother with a grandson under two and I can’t imagine being part of a family where that has happened . I do understand that a hatred could come about for Jesus as the families endure this suffering and ask the question why did my child have to die for him to live? Yet as a Christian I know the answer. Or do I?

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    1. Sheena, I also have wondered about the innocents who died and Jesus who lived. It’s a difficult story in so many ways. And I love the undecidability in your comment – I know the answer. Or do I? I hope that undecidability is what helps keep my heart open.

      God’s peace be with you.


  2. Wow, powerful words rife with meaning, thank you for reminding me that the Christ Child was born in me and everyone this Christmas. It is our ‘bounden duty’ to nourish that child within as well as the child without so that the second coming is obvious to all.

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