January 6 - BONUS: The Day of Epiphany

STEP ONE: BREATHE

Take a deep, cleansing breath. Allow the air to fill your lungs and expand your body. Exhale and empty yourself into the room. Repeat three times - once for the one who Created you, once for the Incarnate One who walks beside you, and once for the Spirit whose life fills your being.

STEP TWO: DWELL in Word

When they saw that the star had stopped, they were overwhelmed with joy. On entering the house, they saw the child with Mary his mother; and they knelt down and paid him homage. Then, opening their treasure chests, they offered him gifts of gold, frankincense, and myrrh.
— Matthew 2:10-11
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Each year, on the top of my parent's Christmas tree, is a plastic angel that glows an aged amber. For as long as I can remember, this ornament occupied the pinnacle place atop our family's tree.

The angel comes from a time when my grandfather added toys and holiday novelties to his tire shop to balance the seasonal fluctuations of tire sales. Plastic was 'all the rage' in post-war America. Unlike current formulations, this old plastic was brittle. Over the years, the Lichtenberger angel tree-topper suffered a few critical breaks.

Determined to continue using his angel, my father repaired it many times using contact cement, black electric tape, and even silver duct tape. When I say that it is a 'sight to behold,' I am not exaggerating. Each year that I see the angel atop the tree, it is a Christmas miracle. How does it 'keep going'? But the more significant question that never seems to be asked, at least by my father, is - WHY?

Why keep using that broken, aged, and electric-taped angel? It no longer retains any objective sense of beauty. The ugliest of Christmas sweaters outshine in the 'looks-department.' Is the reason for the continued use of the angel merely a stubborn adherence to tradition? Perhaps. Or maybe it is something more?

For my father, it appears to be a matter of family pride and identity. Were he to design a family crest, I do not doubt that it would include a busted angel with a crooked wing and black tape.

Here is the strange thing. Though I can't imagine ever wanting or using dad's angel on my Christmas tree - I look forward to seeing it each year as part of my folk's decorations. It is part of their holiday treasures that they have displayed, packed away, moved, and carefully redisplayed. The broken angel is part of their story. It is a piece in a larger puzzle of the memory of their lives.

What are the treasures that bear your story? Are they of earthy value as the gifts brought by the magi to the Christ child? Or are they more along the lines of my father's angel - valuable only in the eyes of the beholder?

Do we share our treasures with others? Display them so others can enjoy their beauty (or snicker at the lack-thereof)? Perhaps we hide our valuables - keeping them under lock and key - afraid of damage and theft.

On the day of Epiphany, magi come from distant lands to honor the Christ child, God's treasure for all to see. Insiders - like Herod and his palace crew - were preoccupied with fear, distracted by a need to hold onto what they had accumulated that they missed the star which was right above their heads.

Outsiders, foreigners, on the other hand, had deeper wisdom. Not only did they leave their comfort zones and seek something outside of their tradition, religion, and culture, they were willing to offer their treasures. They were willing to risk and be vulnerable along the way. Generosity accompanied them on their journey.

In the sacred story of the visitation of the magi, we find encouragement to open our minds and hearts to what God is doing 'out there,' in the world beyond. The crowning treasure of God's life revealed in Mary's child, is not to be hoarded or claimed as private treasure.

The life of Jesus is meant to shine a light of hope and love to all people: Believers, non-believers, friends, enemies, insiders, outsiders, natives, foreigners. It is a light that beckons response and participation from generous hearts in the broken and vulnerable places of life.

It is this light that is the real treasure of Christmas, and it crowns not only this season but the whole year.

Step Three: RESPOND in prayer

God of light and life, the magi of old came to offer their worship and treasures to celebrate the Christ child. So inspire me, on this day, to give you glory and honor. Open my heart so that I may offer my treasures willingly. Guide my generosity so that it reflects your love. Move me beyond my comfort zones so that I might engage those who live beyond. Through the Incarnate Christ, Amen.


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Friends,

Thank you for reading EVERGREEN. It is my hope that my writing over the past thirteen days has shined a little light onto your path. If your enjoyed reading this series, I encourage you to check out some of my other work (click here) or sign up for the Light From This Hill contact list. On Fridays each week, I send out a FREE resource called the “Weekly Ignite.” It contains inspirational images, a mid-week prayer, something from my archives, and a sermon podcast. I will also share what I’m working on or thinking about.


Epiphany blessings to you and your family.

In Christ’s Light,

Walt

January 5 - Twelfth Day of Christmas:

STEP ONE: BREATHE

Take a deep, cleansing breath. Allow the air to fill your lungs and expand your body. Exhale and empty yourself into the room. Repeat three times - once for the one who Created you, once for the Incarnate One who walks beside you, and once for the Spirit whose life fills your being.

 

STEP TWO: DWELL in Word

O God, from my youth you have taught me, and I still proclaim your wondrous deeds. So even to old age and gray hairs, O God, do not forsake me, until I proclaim your might to all the generations to come. Your power and your righteousness O God reach the high heavens.”
— Psalm 71: 17-18
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I’m tempted to blow the horn.  My travel is going slower than it should, all thanks to the inactivity of the person in the car ahead of me.  It’s been three hours since I came to the stop sign.  Okay, maybe that is an exaggeration.  Still, it seems like I’ve been waiting longer than it should take and I have things to do, places to be.  The "stupid" driver in front of me is delaying me and, I’m in a hurry.  Where did they ever learn to drive?  Judgment and unkind words flow effortlessly from my otherwise calm demeanor.  Beep!  Beep!  



Christmas Day seems like it was ages ago.  Though the Christmas holiday technically lasts until the end of today, January 5, for all practical purposes, it is over for another year.  Back to patterns of basic survival in the suburban wilderness.   



In isolated, private vehicles, we scurry from appointment to appointment and task to task as quickly as possible.  There is a lot to do, lots of places to be, and we all need to accomplish plenty by the day's end.  Of course, that is, unless we get stuck behind someone who is unaware and incapable of driving their vehicle in the manner that we'd have them.  



My hand is closer to the horn and about to offer its encouragement to the situation when I notice a big Evergreen tree on the corner.  It gives me pause.  The large green boughs dusted white by the most recent snowfall is a sight to behold.  Even in this cold environment, in the midst of winter,  the tree manages to remain green.  It invites my patience and awakens my spirit.  



My mind drifts back to when I was a child.  In Elementary school, my science teacher would orchestrate an annual sale of pine saplings. For a dollar or two, you could buy a tree to plant.  I did and learned the lesson that tree growth takes much longer than the attention of a pre-teenage boy.  It takes years before a sapling becomes a mature pine.  Time and patience are needed.  



I don't recall what happened to the sapling I once planted in my backyard.  I'm guessing that it didn't make it - apparently, the nurture of my pre-teenage self wasn't sufficient to allow for it to thrive.  Since, then, I have watched other trees grow.  It requires long-term sight.  You watch a tree grow through the years.  



The evergreen on the corner must have taken decades to get to be that large.  Did a child plant it as a sapling they acquired at school?  If so, I wonder if they point out their accomplishment to their grandchildren? I planted that tree when I was your age! Indeed, many seasons have come and gone in its lifetime.  How many times has snow blanketed its branches?  How many summers has it provided refreshing shade to the bunnies and neighborhood cats?   



My thoughts wander further afield.  From the vantage point of expanded time, beyond the frenzy of being in the moment, I imagine a bigger picture.  Alongside the growth of the evergreens, I sense the shaping of mountains and the carving of the rivers.  Each element bears witness to the deliberate and brilliant strokes of a Master artist.  Upon the canvas of creation, what wondrous things our Creator has grown!



In my daily scurrying, and fretting about who is slowing me down, I pass right by this big picture without so much as a recognition of its existence.  I am too busy to notice.  "Slow down, grasshopper," speaks the acquired wisdom of the evergreen, who remains on the corner in all kinds of weather.  



Breathe.  Allow the gift of your next breath to fill your being with patience.  Settle into your place in God's creation.  Acknowledge the presence of your Creator who works on a grander, more lasting scale.  



Find in the situation of being delayed by another, an opportunity to slow down and connect with someone God has also created in God's image.  What are their needs?  How might I extend the kindness of Jesus with them?  



When we invite patience to dwell in our hearts, we find a host of other virtues quickly blossoming within us. Compassion.  Forgiveness.  Love.  Grace.  Now the growth is rapid, and it quickly pushes out judgment, intolerance, self-superiority, pride, bigotry, and hatred.   Evil and violence can not grow in such conditions.  God smiles as the spirit creates anew within our being.          

    

Suddenly, I hear a beep... someone is laying on their horn.  I regain awareness of where I am.  I'm at a stop sign.  It is my turn to look both ways and go on my way.  In my rearview mirror, I see the angry face of impatience.  I take a deep breath and turn.  As I pass the large evergreen, I smile, grateful for its lesson.      


Step Three: RESPOND in prayer

God of bigger pictures, allow me to welcome your presence with a quieter spirit.  Give me the patience that I lack.  Let me deeply breathe to slow down and learn the lessons that I would otherwise pass by and overlook.  Let me see in my connection with others the opportunity to grow as your child.  Through the Incarnate Christ, Amen.  


Friends,

today is the 12th day of Christmas and the announced “END” of the series. However, I couldn’t resist writing an “EPIPHANY BONUS,” so tomorrow, I will send one more entry your way. As always, thanks for reading. I hope that these words shine a little light on your path.

In Christ’s Light,

Walt