Epiphany is the season of “revealing”—revealing who Jesus is. In worship the last few weeks we have touched on a number of those stories that help us to understand. There was the visit of the Wise Men who sought and found the baby king, and then the baptism of Jesus at the Jordan River when the voice of God descended upon him, and then there was the first public address by Jesus when he proclaimed release to the captives and sight to the blind and announced a Jubilee Year—and then proclaimed himself as the fulfillment of it all.
I love those stories and they serve to remind me that if Jesus is not being “revealed” even still today—to people like you and me—then Epiphany is nothing more than sweet, old stories. Where do you see the face of Jesus in your daily walk? Is he to be found in the schoolteacher? The policeman? The nurse? The child? The friend? The teenager? The sanitation worker? The older one? The answer is “yes” across the board, but one must keep alert because the Christ rarely looks the way we think.
I ran across this poem from our friends at Room In The Inn and thought this was a good time to share it:
God did not wait till the world was ready, till men and nations were at peace.
God came when the Heavens were unsteady, and prisoners cried out for release.
God did not wait for the perfect time. God came when the need was deep and great.
God dined with sinners in all their grime, turned water into wine. God did not wait
Till hearts were pure. In joy God came to a tarnished world of sin and doubt.
To a world like ours, of anguished shame God came, and God’s light would not go out.
God came to a world which did not mesh, to heal its tangles, shield its scorn
In the mystery of the Word made Flesh the maker of the stars was born.
We cannot wait till the world is sane to raise our songs with joyful voice,
For to share our grief, to touch our pain, God came with Love. Rejoice! Rejoice!