The word “epiphany” comes from Latin and Greek and means the sudden manifestation of the divine within the ordinary. I have noticed lately that people are beginning to use the word more frequently to describe a spontaneous “God” moment. While I admittedly have had many of these, I resist the urge to trivialize such a phenomenon. When God interrupts our lives, it’s a big deal.
The Christmas season will be officially over liturgically this Sunday when we reflect on the journey and visitation of the Magi. I have always loved this confounding story and it certainly has had ample theological reflection. But to me, it’s all about following the impossible dream, being fascinated with light streaming through darkness, opening up the coffers of my life and giving from my plenitude even when I don’t understand (which is most of the time). The Magi had a generosity with their vision, their time, and certainly their gifts that I strive to cultivate in my busy life. Many people lament to me that they don’t have time any more to go to mass, pray, phone a friend, reach out to others. Maybe it’s time to decide to slow down and be more deliberate in our quest to be human, to be followers of Christ, to be like the Magi who stayed the course and found what they were seeking in the most unlikely place.In memory of the Magi, may we all continue to look into the dark sky and follow the star that leads to the Holy One.
My Twelve Days of Christmas reflections have come to an end. My hope, along with many prayers this Christmas season, has centered on a fervent and unrelenting longing to provide encouragement, nourishment, and insight as we journey together into the mystery.
Blessings of love and light as we enter into Ordinary Time!