Epiphany used to conjure up images of the three Wise-Men who came from the east to honor the infant Christ as Lord and King. Later, as men and traditions waxed and waned, it came to simply mean a highlight – a sudden and profound understanding. The divine intervention aspect was shrouded by a modern dedication to purely human experiences.
For me, there are no purely human experiences. Everything in the universe, as well as in my little world, shouts the manifestation of the divine in the intimate details of everyday life. When I first awake, no matter what kind of a day it is, I look outside to check the weather and I am immediately struck by the glory of God’s handiwork. Whether it is black and stormy or sunny and mild, I marvel at how so great a Master can be so mighty yet paint in such detail the subtle colors on wisps of clouds and frail blades of grass. He amazes me each day, changeless, yet always changing.
When I get downstairs and begin teaching, I cannot help but feel so grateful for my children’s vigorous, inquisitive and lively minds. Teaching is a wonderful profession for those open to the glory of God. Each child and each new subject opens a world of wonder. Science, history, math, language, reading, even spelling (not always considered the handiwork of God—I’ll admit) draw us into a wonder of uncounted universes, lives, minds, hearts, experiences – so much greater than ourselves.
I do not want to simply admire the Wise-Men as they travel toward the Christ child this year. I want to walk with them bearing what gifts I may as the day presents itself to me. Such is the hope of a real Epiphany—an Epiphany of the Divine.