by Sr Nunother  

On Epiphany Sunday, our congregation sang the carol We Three Kings. I was rather enjoying my own vocal rendition, when a spark of new understanding intervened: the gifts were not presented just this once, but many times over. Our lives mirror the three gifts. Those whose journey is  most defined by grief and sorrow offer myrrh, others frankincense through sincere prayers, praise and a love for life. And in the very gifted, I see gold — rich voices raised in song, words well placed or spoken, or an artist’s sculpted inspiration.  We give everything we are, and yet we give nothing that isn’t already His.