The Feast of the Epiphany: A revelation that Jesus is the Son of God
As I prepared to write this reflection for the Feast of the Epiphany, it became clear. I was awaiting an epiphany to guide my writing.
I was certain I would see a sign. Surely I would know it when I saw it, wouldn’t I?
I watched. I waited. I noticed a few nudges. A few days ago, I had a few creative thoughts. I experienced nothing as bright and clear as a star shining in the east. So far, no epiphany about the Epiphany. I am committed to trudging along through this.
My sense is the magi also grew tired of waiting and watching. They noted a brighter than normal star in a desert sky and began to move toward it. It was not enough to notice the sign.
The sign was calling for their responsive action. They trudged along and followed it.
Focused on sign and action
The magi had a long journey to the manger to meet the Christ child. Did they wonder what would be found upon arrival? Did they speculate about what was to come? Were they afraid? (This is a question about what is going on inside me. The magi were probably fine).
This year, I find myself focused on both the sign and the action in the Epiphany story. What will I allow in my quiet prayer time to prepare me to see and know the signs along the way?
Where can I clear space so that when prompted to action, I can, and do, act? How can I be open to the miracles around me?
This feast day is an active and alive celebration. It requires a full-bodied response. I must pick up my gifts and myself and move forward toward the Christ child in the manger.
My steps are at once a response to having seen and understood the sign, and a living sign for others.