Epiphany Day, January 6, 2015. Marceline and I go
to St. Cecilia to say a prayer, thanking God for the birth of her little
sister the day before.
I call them the "Epiphany bookend babies" because the big sister was
born on January 7, the day after this most wonderful feast. And just
in case we did not pay enough attention to what this feast is about,
then two years later, God sends her little sister to be born on January
5, the day before Epiphany…. This is the moment when Jesus Christ is
publicly revealed to the world. The light of the Incarnation illuminates
our mind, heart and soul. Our own world-view is suddenly enlarged to
go to the ends of the earth and to view the whole of history as one
coherent continuum. And it is all about love! The love of God and the
love of neighbor. The Epiphany feast is all about the big picture and
it is anchored in Christ. And in his Mother, his Saints and his Angels,
and two new little ones.
Little children are such a blessing, they are given to us to treasure,
to care and to love and to guide. They are more complex and lovely than
fuchsias hanging over a wall in January in California; they are more
mysterious than the sudden morning colors on a few clouds in a sun rise
over Mount Davidson, more grand and fascinating than the sun sinking
into the Pacific Ocean at Lands End...