The Art of Epiphany

At 8 I realized that my favorite cousin was not going to grow up. I had danced freely with him to our first rock and roll records, played childrens games, giggled over silly jokes, but I was changing now. Along with my newly forming adolescence, the idea was dawning that my cousin would never grow old like me. He was mentally challenged in a way that would keep him childlike for his whole life.

The gravity of this moment in retrospect is bittersweet. I see now that he just might have had some advantage over me. His heart would remain in that childlike faith that we struggle so much to hold onto. But, the dawning of those quickenings are so significant. There have been many other epiphany-like moments in my life. Most that touched and melted me. Most changed my life. Sort of like the moment you realize that there really, really is an eternity.

Tonight, at my church, I was inspired to seek after an epiphany, or possibly a few this year. As the candles flamed and the music played I was drawn to consider that ever present voice of God.
Three profoundly simple concepts: every epiphany begins with a quest, all successful quests travel through the scriptures, and all true epiphanies end in worship. were my pathway. It doesn't take much to connect this story to the wisemen and their journey to see King Jesus,

As they arrived with gifts in hand, I remember that I too have gifts to offer. I too have knees to kneel before Him and leave my questions and burdens at his side. With the high and the humble, in the glory of God, we all find ourselves at the beginning and the end of our journey with Him. Let this be a season of truth and fresh understanding of His eternal purpose through us all.