I find Twelfth Night or Epiphany rather mesmeric. The arrival of the strange and enigmatic wise men emerging from the shadows of the rising sun with their strange and enigmatic gifts of gold, frankincense and myrrh, I find mysterious and intriguing. What fascinates me particularly is not that they realised that the Christmas star was new but the fact that they were looking for a sign in the first place.
What restlessness, what questioning was in their hearts, that meant they were they searching? It must have been intense, because having observed the star, they up and leave their homes, (and presumably their families), for an unknown destination without hesitation. The journey is not only unknown but fraught with peril. They run into trouble in Jerusalem with wily old Herod and are lucky to escape his clutches and make it to Bethlehem at all. Having done so, we're told by St Matthew, that they return "by another route" to avoid running into Herod's heavies, but I always feel there's more to it than that - how could they go back exactly the same way when what they had experienced had been so life-changing. My hunch is that they not only returned home "by another route" but that when they got home their whole lives took "another route". As life often does when we experience our own epiphanies or light-bulb moments.
May the blessing and brightness of the Christmas star illumine your way ahead; may you find clarity and direction when the road forward is unclear; may you find guidance where it is perplexing or uncertain; may you find sureness of footing and purpose even on a journey into the unknown and may your life's true destination shine beyond and before you always.
Happy Twelfth and Last Day of Christmas Everyone!
with love from Mrs T x