It is January, the quintessentially quiet month; this halcyon hush, so welcome after the hub-bub of the holidays, has settled over my home like a big cozy comforter. The backdrop of Vivaldi has replaced the various Christmas carols that played circuitously on my CD player, the new year has registered temperatures far below freezing for at least part of every day, lending to the lull of the season, and, for the first time in a longggg time, my event calendar is completely empty.
Ah, sweet serenity.
Such a perfect way to spend the nighttime of the year....at rest. The stillness afforded us during this nocturn is such a gift, it being conducive to such calm, such centeredness, creating space to seek God, as the Magi did so long ago.
The esoteric feast day of Epiphany celebrated every January sixth by some, bookmarks this event. It is, in a word, the Divine "olly olly in free", God humbly choosing a form in which He could be found by those searching for Him. The Great Reveal. God made man in the Person of Jesus Christ.
In Isaiah 55:6, we are encouraged to seek God while He may be found. The invitation to the incarnation of Immanuel - to us and through us - does not end with the close of Christmas, but is extended to seekers everywhere still.
As we follow the worn path of Wise Men
May Searching and being Searched for,
become Finding and being Found.