I’m sitting here reading about New Years’ resolutions in August. No time like the present, right?
Seeing as how most New Years’ resolutions don’t make it out of January, maybe it’s not so bad that I’m considering fresh starts now, but the irony does not escape me.
I’ve always loved the word ‘epiphany’. My friends and family used to poke fun at my exuberant use of it and my claims that I’d just had one. But they came fewer and farther between as I got older. When I fought and focused for one or was unexpectedly blessed with one, I remembered the joy and wonder and how much I benefitted from their presence in my life. Yet life always seemed to ramp up again and they fell away – or at least my vision did.
Now as I read about all the meanings of the word – including the feast celebrating the arrival of the Magi twelve days after Christmas – I’m reminded again of how worthy a quest this is.
In her article discussing epiphany, Effie Caldarola has this advice for fresh starts:
How about just resolving to keep our eyes open for the next epiphany God sends? Do you think those storied Magi were expecting to find a poor baby at the end of their journey? What an epiphany for them, the meaning of which they probably spent the rest of their lives trying to figure out. Don’t ‘expect,’ just pay attention.
How simply profound. And it means I have the rest of my life to keep looking.