This string of quiet days that have fallen gently, like precious pearls dropping silently on to clouds of fluffy cotton, is drawing to an end. We will spend a (not so quiet) morning at church singing, praying, listening, and worshipping.
Today is the day of Epiphany, a celebration of the revelation to the Magi—gentiles—of the divinity of the One whose birth we celebrated twelve days ago. We don’t mark this day in the tradition I follow, but it’s worthy of contemplation.
It’s wise for me to consider what that long-ago revelation meant. It’s wise for me to sit for a time and ponder epiphany in my own life—the ongoing revelation of Love that was, is, and will continue.
Twenty-first century life grinds to a start again tomorrow morning as children return to school and parents return to work. Those of us who do neither feel the ramping up too. Like it or not, we step in line in some manner too.
But today, we pause; we consider and remember. And it is well.