Solemnity of the Epiphany – Cycle C
Reflecting on Is. 60: 1-6
On this gorgeous Christmas-tide feast day that remembers the manifestation of Christ to all the nations, I wonder if we could take a minute to let our imaginations wander in a direction which we may not have allowed ourselves for many years. Let your heart indulge itself in this direction:
What would it be like if the United States of America were like the Star of Bethlehem? What if our country radiated so much light, so much warmth, so much justice, so much compassion, so much strength of character that the glory of the Lord shone upon us?
What if all the nations walked by our light? What if all the people of the world, who share the same sun and moon, (and I’m even imagining the wretched, starving masses in North Korea, who have no access to the outside world) observed such radiant wisdom in us that it literally lit up the sky and pointed all peoples in the direction of peace?
What if we, the city set on the hill, the world’s model of all possible ethnic groups living together, would be so changed by the horrors of violence against children in this country that we all put every other agenda aside until every child (and yes, the parents and siblings and cousins and aunts and uncles and friends of every child) was safe tonight?
The divine wisdom it would require is staggering, but we are the nation that mightily helped save the world just 70 years ago. We saved the world from the Nazis. Can we can save ourselves too?
Of course we can. Oh Star of Wonder, guide us to thy Perfect Light.
In what ways are you resolved to radiate only Light this year?
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I have come to light a fire on the earth; how I wish it were already burning (Lk.12:49).
I wanted to comment on last week’s reflection and recommend a good book, TWO FROM GALILEE by Marjorie Holmes. It is a story about Joseph, and Mary and also Ann and Joachim. Being a gradmother, I related to Ann’s part. She struggled with believing Mary’s story of the God-child in her womb. As Mary and Joseph were leaving for Bethlehem, they were already at a distance, Ann remembered the words of the prophets and she then knew in her heart it was true. Mary was too far off for Ann to let her know, and I wonder if and when she saw the Holy Family again. It touched my heart