Epiphany

Yesterday was Epiphany.

The beginning of something. Of God being available to the gentiles, not to just one particular people. That's what the significance of the Wise Men is, I think. That God is bigger than a small corner of Palestine, or a small corner of modern Christendom, can hold. He shines with a star as a herald (a star is remote, but certainly out there for all to see), and people keep looking for him.

And the end of another. The end of a season. Christmas is over, and so is the holiday break. It is back to the salt mines this morning, back to the routines, back to the new year's resolutions, back to normal life. There is a part of me that would like to hold on to the holiday, but another that is grateful for the normal routines of everyday life. Holidays are great, but everyday cannot nor should be a holiday.

So today, I embrace the ordinary, while reflecting upon the Extraordinary. They both have their place. I'll do my laundry, and run my errands, and tidy up my corner of the globe. And surrounding it all, woven within the molecular spaces of my life, there will be a Presence that I do not feel or see. But it Is. And it's that Divine pervasiveness upon whom I wait. To let me perceive, or not. Epiphany doesn't come every day, after all.