Wonder Baby
Too often I’ve learned there are no answers, no certain answers, anyway to life’s deepest questions. Why is one person comfortable and another dirt poor? What is it that pushes us to seek answers where there are none?I often find myself doing that. And in this, the season of Light, the season of the coming of love, light and joy in the form of a tiny infant, I wonder often how to live in that light day in and day out. For were I not to live from that light, I do not think I would have the courage to get up out of bed in the morning.
Perhaps I’ve seen too much uncertainty, loved too many people living in physical or psychological pain, lost too many people – whom I loved with my whole heart – to death. I really believe that living in the Light and encouraging others to do the same is critically important. So in this season of light, I cannot promise anyone, least of all myself, to never forget the light. It seems obscured, taken from me, by loss and fear. And then I find myself rediscovering it, yearning for it. Seeking it with my whole heart.
I am, you see, an Epiphany baby, born on Jan. 6, the date most western liturgical churches celebrate as the time when the three Magi visited Jesus. Advent, Christmas and Epiphany always been times of searching, reflection and rediscovery for me. So as the New Year begins, I embrace the light, letting it flow over, bedazzled by the possibilities I see ahead. I would bow into the light, head bent in gratitude and offer prayers of Thanksgiving for all the hope it offers me, and the rest of the world.
