Epiphany, from the Koine Greek ἐπιφάνεια, means appearance or manifestation.
I may never see God face-to-face in this life, but I catch glimpses of His grace and His glory every day.
When I receive the sacraments.
When we connect with the generations immemorial through ancient traditions, and rich liturgical living.
When I marvel over Baby Joy’s miraculous recovery.
When I appreciate the gifted professionals teaching my son. Gently encouraging him in speech. Connecting with him in his world, and patiently welcoming him into theirs.
When I visit with our family. Including my hero mother, who persistently sees only the good in my little hellion. So many people live without their mothers. I’m grateful for her example of love, without conditions or strings attached. It has been a type, or prefigurement, of the Father’s love for me.
When I connect with friends. Especially those close enough to practice a little fraternal (or sororal) correction when I let myself become a self-important turkey.
When I cozy down into sweet little moments with my son. Who is exactly as the Lord sent him to me. This startling mixture of traits, some from us, some all his own.
I’ve never felt so acutely this combination of familiarity (for I’ve been with him almost every moment of his life) and sheer unknowability. Because no matter how long our relationship, he is still his own person. He was born his own person. And he’s becoming his own person.
What I must do, the only thing I can do, is trust that the Lord has an Epiphany for him.
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