“Where is the newborn king of the Jews? We saw his star as it rose, and we have come to worship him.”

Then he told them, “Go to Bethlehem and search carefully for the child. And when you find him, come back and tell me so that I can go and worship him, too!”

They entered the house and saw the child with his mother, Mary, and they bowed down and worshiped him. Then they opened their treasure chests and gave him gifts of gold, frankincense, and myrrh.

“I will give it all to you,” he said, “if you will kneel down and worship me.”

“Get out of here, Satan,” Jesus told him. “For the Scriptures say, ‘You must worship the Lord your God and serve only him.’”

Then the disciples worshiped him. “You really are the Son of God!” they exclaimed.

Their worship is a farce, for they teach man-made ideas as commands from God.’”

But she came and worshiped him, pleading again, “Lord, help me!”

And as they went, Jesus met them and greeted them. And they ran to him, grasped his feet, and worshiped him.

When they saw him, they worshiped him—but some of them doubted!