In my teens I spent most Thursday nights, in term time, staying over at my grandparents. It was always a fun evening full of good food and discussion. My grandfather was a gentle guide in my life. He gave me 50 pence a week, but only after I washed his car every Saturday morning. He bought me a book every month, yet it was always the next instalment of a Junior encyclopaedia!
On those Thursday evenings I was encouraged to go out into
the darkness and look up at the stars with his binoculars. It became a tradition; a memory that pops up
now, uninvited yet always welcome, every Epiphany.
Those Magi, real or imagined, are deliberately in the nativity story as Seekers
after Truth from a faith system outside of Israel. The Christ Child was a gift for the world and
those bearing gold, frankincense and myrrh were amongst the first to bow in
worship. This was not so much truth
speaking to power, as power kneeling before Truth.
I’m full of admiration for these oriental seekers. Their determination inspires me, for surely theirs
was a fraught and frustrating journey; much of it without a known
destination. Yet, aren’t the best
journeys always like that? We make them
in faith, and they take a certain courage and conviction.
Like you I’m very conscious at the start of this New Year of the huge angst and
fear that has already characterised the first six days of 2021. Our journey back to wholeness is a slow one,
yet a star of hope and love still beckons us on, and maybe the darkest night is
always just before the dawn.
May you today, know God’s blessing in all you do.
Ian
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