01/05/2023
Epiphany is January 6, AKA the 12th day of Christmas. Stories from the Bible are customary during this season to reveal or manifest Jesus as more than just a boy in Bethlehem but someone more significant.
The first is the appearance of the Magi, and the second is Jesus’ Baptism. Other stories tell of the call of the disciples, turning water into wine, and other miracles that manifest Jesus as Messiah.
A favorite poem from TS Eliot, The Journey Of The Magi, tells of the journey as imagined by Eliot
“A cold coming we had of it,
Just the worst time of the year
For a journey, and such a long journey:
The ways deep and the weather sharp,
The very dead of winter.'
And the camels galled, sore-footed, refractory,
Lying down in the melting snow.
There were times we regretted
The summer palaces on slopes, the terraces,
And the silken girls bringing sherbet.
Then the camel men cursing and grumbling
and running away, and wanting their liquor and women,
And the night fires going out, and the lack of shelters,
And the cities hostile and the towns unfriendly
And the villages dirty and charging high prices:
A hard time we had of it.
At the end we preferred to travel all night,
Sleeping in snatches,
With the voices singing in our ears, saying
That this was all folly.
Then at dawn we came down to a temperate valley,
Wet, below the snow line, smelling of vegetation;
With a running stream and a water mill beating the darkness,
And three trees on the low sky,
And an old white horse galloped away in the meadow.
Then we came to a tavern with vine-leaves over the lintel,
Six hands at an open door dicing for pieces of silver,
And feet kicking the empty wine-skins.
But there was no information, and so we continued
And arriving at evening, not a moment too soon
Finding the place; it was (you might say) satisfactory.
All this was a long time ago, I remember,
And I would do it again, but set down
This set down
This: were we led all that way for
Birth or Death? There was a Birth, certainly
We had evidence and no doubt. I had seen birth and death,
But had thought they were different; this Birth was
Hard and bitter agony for us, like Death, our death.
We returned to our places, these Kingdoms,
But no longer at ease here, in the old dispensation,
With an alien people clutching their gods.
I should be glad of another death.”
Death and Birth. The images of 2022 as an old bent-over figure and 2023 as a babe in diapers echo this. The holy moment of seeing Jesus seemed to change the Magi. As they saw his birth som**hing died in them. They went home another way.
May it be so for us.
Agape',
Rob Rollins
