By Sr. Nun Other
Whosoever you are who seek Christ, raise your eyes on high;
there, you will be allowed to see a sign of eternal glory.
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.
by Artist Eye
I love the magnificent mystery of Epiphany. The feast inhabits my imagination: a brocade slipper stepping in the stable mud, the glint of gold dropped in the straw, an exotic fragrance clinging to the swaddling cloth. These glimpses of earthly majesty upon their knees bring my own self conceits to repentance and lift my ordinary impulses to a higher purpose.