This week we celebrate Epiphany, when the magi were drawn to the house where the child Jesus could be found. I truly doubt that they knew why they were kneeling by those little feet and giving precious gifts to someone so small, but I like to think their hearts were softened by the trip and the unexplainable longing that drove them there, and they could do nothing else in the moment.
Epiphany is a reminder to look up more often, above the fray and the routine. Take a break from your thoughts and ambitions, away from your worries and fears, above the noise of your life’s background music, and look up at the stars. We live in an unimaginably huge universe that is held together by Great Love that sees us and invites us to dream what is possible with that Love as our driving force and deep comfort.
Abraham The stars were his promise to carry him on his sojourn past the skeptical glances and his own fear through the waiting despite domestic squabbles to a son and a bloody altar and a legacy of trust. Magi The star was their invitation to a new way of seeing beyond their charts and ancient incantations to a child who held the key to a new way of being at home in this world. Harriett The North Star was God’s eye seeing her to freedom steeling her resolve the fire of courage required to forge safe passage out of hell. Twinkle, twinkle heaven’s stars calling me to stand in awe of creation’s endless scope seeds of wonder coins of hope.