Sunday, January 7, 2018
From Matthew 2
Magi from the east arrived in Jerusalem, saying, "Where is the newborn king of the Jews? We saw his star at its rising and have come to do him homage."
Winston Churchill and his wife stood barefoot in the sand, the English Channel’s waves beating the shore behind them as they had for thousands of years. She said to him, at this turning point in their relationship, “But I live around your edges, Winnie.” He looked at her, stunned. And the waves roared their terrible roar.
The next day Winston said to Clementine, “I want you to live your life. I don’t want you to live around my edges.” And they began to repair the damage. Winston began painting again, allowing others to guide the country he loved so much. Clemmie allowed herself to … be herself.
Epiphany takes many forms because there are so many of us. God’s creativity knows no bounds - and human beings that we are, we are proof positive of that. We settle for DOINGS, but we are BEINGS. And in rare precious moments that happen in all our lives, we know it.
We just ARE. There is nothing we need to do in order to become, because we already ARE. Jesus insisted that we are no different from the birds of the air and lilies of the field. Just as we are, we are all so loved!
Jesus was certain of this. And so he knew how we should live: “Seek ye first the kingdom of God and his righteousness, and all these things shall be added unto you. And do not be anxious about tomorrow, for tomorrow will be anxious for itself. Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof” (Matthew 6).
Do you need to hear this today? As God is kneading you? I need to hear it every day, and when I breathe, when I sit still and let God lead, I do.
Tuesday is the first weekday of the first week of Ordinary Time. Feasts and holidays and celebrations are few. Times of silence, and consequent epiphany … abound.
Come be blessed by this Ordinary, and laugh out loud.
I am never, not even on the most ghastly day, out of your sight, Lord. How will you show me this today? Will my eyes be open? Open them for me anytime, Father. I want to see how you see me, see into your eyes, see how much you love me. In your light, I see light. Through your eyes I can see eternity rising.